Still mostly asleep in the liminal dawn, I first hear the wind as it pours over the ridge, shaking the trees and wrapping the house in white, blowing fog. The sound drifts across the surface of my awareness, and then I’m just awake enough to feel something coming up from dreamtime and resolving into thought. An image appears in my mind’s eye of long crystals, growing in a lattice and piled like tinker toys. I know better than to concentrate too hard on the shapes—it’s better to focus somewhere else and let the meaning unfold in my peripheral vision.
Star Drive
Star Drive
Star Drive
Still mostly asleep in the liminal dawn, I first hear the wind as it pours over the ridge, shaking the trees and wrapping the house in white, blowing fog. The sound drifts across the surface of my awareness, and then I’m just awake enough to feel something coming up from dreamtime and resolving into thought. An image appears in my mind’s eye of long crystals, growing in a lattice and piled like tinker toys. I know better than to concentrate too hard on the shapes—it’s better to focus somewhere else and let the meaning unfold in my peripheral vision.