dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed from the side of Bon Air Road in Greenbrae

It seemed like the wind was blowing from every which way today, gusting then suddenly dying into a breeze, only to pick up force and speed again. I don’t know about other people, but for me, on days like this one it’s hard to hang on to a single thought — never mind the sheltering tent of an argument staked well into the ground of reason. Images, words, ideas, bits of prose and poetry — and even some code — all swirled around in my head making the notion of direction or progress just another passage in the choreography of confusion.