Anika said that here there is an atmosphere of leaving. The weather turned against us and rain and fog set in for a week. The ocean is violent throwing massive waves against the rocks and almost conquering the sand beach. There is general melancholy along with denial that time is growing short. At one point I thought, I only have two weeks left, then I thought that two weeks in California is what most people consider a years vacation. That didn't do much for the general feeling of closure that is coming too fast. In the rain the path down the hill became too slippery and I had to start taking the stairs by the youth hostile. In the afternoon I go down to the main building to see if the mailman has brought me any greetings and to see if the E mail man has anything interesting for me as well. As I walk down the wooden steps that lead to the lower road, black and white finches hiding to get out of the rain, fly out from under the slats like waves coming out of my feet.