dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed in wind

The winds howled all through the night and are still hard at work at a few of the more troublesome chords in their odd paean to spring giving way to summer. It’s that undertone of winter in the edged chill of the gusts that is beginning to reverberate on our nerves around here… Still, in spite of the chill and the bounty of pollen shook loose from trees and weeds, the skies are a spectacular blue, and the mountain in all this unfiltered light, it seems to me, stands a few feet taller and that much sharper in its peak.