dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Self-portrait with Mt. Tam in the background – Kentfield, sometime in late June, 2012

At some point, even in the span of only a few days, there is that moment of dread that stops you in your tracks:

There you are, having missed them when they were away, it seems forever, then when you are there with them, time seemingly having stopped or stuck in another kind of forever, you suddenly miss being away and that sweet sense, so full of anticipation, that was missing them back when they seemed so far away…

And so it goes.