I spent the week repainting the church sign;

it's the same colors, shape, and text as it

was when last repainted in early 2001 or 2.

It looks best when approached at 35mpg

along Santa Teresa Blvd; draw closer,

climb all over it, and you can see the 

shape of the well-loved wood, the curves

of my brushstrokes, the places where

the wind whipped the red of the cross 

against the paper white field, or where I 

pressed the flat edge of the sponge brush 

a little too tightly to the wood. It's a work in

progress, the plants below it imperfect and 

growing, just like the community it names.