We don’t consciously acknowledge we are walkingthrough sky, but when fogarrives, we know we arewalking through clouds.Weather report says fog today.So far the clouds are notbelow the trees. It’s easyto see the wind jostlingthrough the leaves.

Sometimes my dreams are filledwith patterns seen in kaleido-or electron microscopes.Where do I go? Where have I been?Is my wiring short-circuiting?Or does my dream machine plug into other dimensions?Kaleido and/or micro?Where and/or when?Dementia and/or dimension?Does it matter?It’s far out! :)

I am the oldest child. When I was 10, my parents divorced.When my oldest was 10,his dad and I divorced.It wasn’t planned that way,but in both cases it involvedunfortunate mismatches,mental health issues, and having had enough.My oldest remains childless.He’s escaped it — for now.Youngest’s child is now 3.She has 7 years to ground zero.

Petting Mlady this morningI notice she has no eyelashes.It’s like they migrated north,into eye whiskers that complementthe ones coming out of her cheeks.Did eye lashes or whiskers comefirst in the evolutionary scheme?It really doesn’t matter, but it’s fun to wonder about as shesits and washes her face.

Seventy and sunny all day long.I’m transported to Santa Barbarabut for a moment as threadsspin out, of good and bad,elephant-spider memories,and, with sheer will, retract.Oh that there was a wayto split memory atoms, to senddark ones back to sun’s furnaceto be alchemized to light; a wayto be returned as undistractedbright.