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dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam impossible to glimpse through the rain.

Gloom at noon, that’s what this early May day has brought us.

Well, maybe not gloom, but certainly overcast skies, rain, wind, a cooling of the air. A bit of in-between-ness in the weather that’s left the season undefined, the world out of focus, or maybe brought the murky into its proper focus.

It’s not what I would call living on the edge, even if there is a sense of leaving the familiar … though it’s one without the thrill of chasing the unknown. Here the edge is dull, the boundaries thinned by water, and the call of the unknown a barely audible burble in the puddle.