In the early morning dark, I sit on the houseboat Little Lux, facing north to Mt. Tam.  I feel the mountain’s roots nestle below.  Rain continues its pour.

I think of the sun, radiating, giving, the mountain, the oneness of connection like a rainbow, so many colors in one light.  The waves come gently this morning, and the tide is high.

The boat next door that sits on mud at low tide is floating now.  It’s amazing to feel the change as day comes to shades of gray.