This morning, high tide, birds were swimming all around my floating home, and the boat was bobbing up and down.  I felt like I was on a trampoline, and of course, like life, that changed.

What invites delight in the marsh?
Ah, a Flying Snail, of course.
Sunset as the tide comes in to fill in the mudflats
As Grandfather in the story of Heidi said – beauty and color to hold us through the night
Dreams begin to weave around Mt. Tam
Layers reflect the blending of night and day, light and dark. Sleep is honored and on approach.

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