dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam, glimpsed through the cell phone camera from Bon Air Road in Greenbrae

That cloud hang on for dear life, taking a stand against the onslaught of light. It puffed itself up, as if to envelope the slope in dark shadows. It stood its ground, or should I say stayed tethered by its anchor in the blue bowered seas of the sky. Full as that cloud was of steam, in the end, the wind, buoyed by sun, rolled it away and dropped it at the edge of the horizon.