Sins absolved...racing flow carries me forward with nights dreams of colored pools of watercolor paint merging into each other. the sky, road and cars all yellow in the morning light. the beat of ancient rhythms merge forward to the here and now. sweet moments of the family being themselves flickr across my mind.
OK, time slips fast, art drunk, wobbling home, eyes blurry, dreams at night of elevators, Apocalypse, strange rooms with people of the past. Day breaks with astro-traveling on a gray morning on a gray freeway seeing glimpses of the extraordinary in the ordinary as a lady puts on make up in a car and the sun hits the Harbor Blvd. off ramp sign. Kids bicycle to school. Stop at a traffic light. A homeless man pushes a wide load of bottles and cans on a shopping cart through the cross walk. On time while seeming to be late. Empty room. Quiet thoughts drift in and out. Rest.