dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed with specks of fog

The crows were silent this morning. Maybe it was the clear skies or the light bursting forth a little earlier each day that left them with nothing to caw about. Come to think of it, there were few birds at the feeder this morning as well, as if the long weekend had sapped them all of song.

Or maybe it was the hours that I spent lost in double-entry bookkeeping tasks today that wiped my memory clean of the comings and goings of birds.