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dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed like an illusion from Greenbrae

This morning it looked a little like an optical illusion, the peak larger than I remembered it, rising from the sunlit lake of fog and into the swirl of clouds. A gloomy early morning on which the sun went to work to rend the night that was with light, but the blues persisted throughout the day, sometimes turning brilliantly light in the angled play of sun, and at other times, when the clouds fringed the horizon, changing to a somber tone, evoking the coming of another night.