dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed at sunset

Technically, this picture of Mt. Tam was snapped last night, on July 10. Somewhere east of New York, it was already July 11. Considering that I was still on Eastern Time, but incredibly grateful to be standing here on the west coast at sunset and taking in the glowing slopes through the haze that fanned its colors, I thought this picture is the perfect visual for what it felt, a little, to land back at home illuminated by the light as if reflected from the Pacific Ocean, just beyond the ridges.

Things weren’t quite so mellow for Dixie, our fluffy mutt. This morning, when she arrived home, she flew through the open door, as if she had wings. Then, for the next 10 minutes or so, she was a fuzzy projectile as she bounded from room to room, skidding on the wood floors and flying up again, airborne with the carpets that slid beneath her paws. Did I mention that she was happy to be back among her humans?