The heat of mid afternoon vexes me of late. These days I am oft to traverse the dark watered byways of the mountain streams. My hope is for relief with the cool waters origined in high reservoirs. They are a comfort to the weary heat, though company offered is course and yokel.
I fear my sabbatical from matters arcane draws to end. My rambling have caught the attention of unwanted eyes. An associate of Crowley who haunts the backwaters has noted my goings and now appears on many of my jaunts. Even travels far to the east have proven this man intent on following my comings and goings. Upon invitation I traveled to the observatory to celebrate the installation of the grand refracting lens, again the man stalked my journey. The serpentine trail to ascent the mountain makes countless spirals and turns in its climb. The specter was first seen on the third snaking and again well past half of the climb.
I await a wrapping upon my door but my folly was at least well mannered; arriving as a well inscribed letter. I am advised to find myself in the dreary sea side town of Alviso tomorrow noon. A brackish sump land even the sea has found sense to abandon, I have no desire for this meeting whomever awaits.
Yours very truly