I dreamt of a big machine, like the kind you see paving highways, in my back yard. It was tended by a small man, covered in oil and dirt. He was rubbing oil on workers who were digging rows (cenotaph?) with shovels in front of the machine(is there something Freudian here?)
This morning before dawn, I heard a songbird. I've already had my fill of these winter days- I live in Southern California for this reason. (I'm not sure we are done with the season, just yet, though.) Jupiter and Venus are very close in the southeastern sky- it feels like the end of days.
Today we head North to see some old friends-