dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed from the parking lot of Bon Air Center in Greenbrae

It’s barely past 7 pm, but it might as well be midnight by the looks of the empty parking lot. There is not much to do in a shopping center at the hour when the heat of the day gives way to the breeze coming over the mountain from the Pacific.

I hope the absence of cars here means the presence of bikes on the trail up the mountain or on the paths by the water’s edge, from the bay to creeks.

I hope this emptiness speaks of presence and clamor in other places, such as sidewalk cafes or terraces of pubs and restaurants. And if not that, at least conversations in gardens over a meal or a drink.

I hope it doesn’t speak of other empty spaces in the experience of people in front of their TVs or computers asking themselves where life might be. Empty spaces in the small recesses of the mind so deep that they can dwarf even the mountain….