dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tamalpais, August 19, 2012

Mt. Tam glimpsed from Drake’s View, Greenbrae

Dale Favier of mole calls it “old summer.” It’s a perfect description of this aspect of summer winding down, even as it seems to be revving up the temperatures.

As I walked along the path by the Corte Madera Creek and then continued up on S. Eliseo strolling past the condominiums, I felt that note of “old summer” almost speak in the sounds that came through open windows and from sun-sheltered decks. The clanking of dishes without the scent of barbecue smoke, the chatter with fewer syncopated eruptions of laughter, and nowhere the sound of music. A few cars pulling up and spilling drivers who moved slowly as they unloaded bags and gear from fun had somewhere else. Then quiet again. Even the crows seem to have wound down, perhaps settled themselves in for the coming night. All in suspension in the hammock of an August Sunday that’s taking the business of winding down to the streets…