Before I go to sleep February 2, 2015

Today was bright and hot.  As I returned to Almost Pi after a painting class in Novato, the sun had just set and the full moon had just risen.  The sky was covered with a puffy honeycomb of small clouds, dark blue-grey on their bottoms and sparkling along their edges by the full moon behind it.  I couldn’t help but pay attention to it, rather than the road, as I drove alongside the Nicasio Reservoir.

It was 10:30 when I turned off the bedroom light, opened the window, and curled under the bed cover.  It seemed the sky had cleared, so I folded sleeping Pogo into my arms and we went out on the deck to look around.  There were deer in the pasture, Orion’s belt overhead, a clear moon to the south and its eerie glow washing over the deck.  In the distance white mist lay low before the Inverness Ridge.  Everything seemed fresh, alive, urgent.  I slid back inside, crawled under the cover, and settled into a cool night of dreams.