Below freezing just before dawn, on a morning in mid-May. Something refreshing about this. Something fulfilling in knowing that the mountain air still gives up the heat of an approaching Summer, giving it up freely and effectively, as night embraces this place. Venus shimmering, up over Talpa Ridge, to the east, in the slice of light that silvers the dark sky in bringing the day to come. Hinting coyly over the crest of the ridge: "Greet the day with reserved excitement, winking, and preparing for the dance of the day".

Deep concerns for a loved one feel like an anchor this morning. And that's okay. These concerns have been light as well, as able and enriching companions, over the past couple of days. The residue of sleep and dreams is not yet faded, so inspiration and sleepiness comingle in a virtual cauldron of hope, stirring me to allow both poetic and prosaic currents to swirl in the vessel of dreams becoming a day. Pretentious words, maybe? That too is okay. Sometimes grandeloquence provides the perfect massage to a heart that is in a state of uncertainty, due to it's night of rest and cleansing.

Rosie the Cat is at her dish, crunching kibble, feeding, and reminding that life is quiet though not pending. It is here, soft, sweet, and present. If anyone were here to tell me things about the "here and now", I am certain that I would be wagging my finger at them in allusion to Foghorn Leghorn admonishing the little chicken hawk. Life is edgy these days. A tad bigger of a "here and now" than I am accustomed too. As I said - it is okay.