dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed from the bench by the entrance to Woodlands Cafe, Kentfield

It was a bright June morning, promising plenty of light and heat. The kind of early summer morning when all things seem possible, especially when viewed from the shelter of a generous overhang.

This here, however imperfect it may be, is one way to hold on, if not exactly to all the possibilities themselves (for who can contain them?) at least to remembering that each moment, transitory as it is, is as solid as that mountain, in its bounty of offerings of the present….