dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tamalpais, November 20, 12

Mt. Tam, impossible to glimpse behind the wall of rain clouds

Rain, wind. But the well of words is parched. What was left pooled at the bottom, now blown far and wide. Back to the cozy corner, the hot tea, the pile of magazines, the slips of paper to catch the inked trace of dreams. And above all, back to the silence that sings above the wind.