dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed through the gloom of June

If yesterday was a playful slide from late spring into summer, today pushed us back to the end of winter as the clouds rolled in over the mountain, laden with their cargo of rain. Add to this a restless night I spent chasing the sheep that wouldn’t be counted, let alone offer themselves to be shorn for the thread on the spindle of dreams, and you have yours truly, not quite asleep at the wheel, but unable to muster the energy to make a memorable mountain out of the molehill of this Monday.