The Doorway

Labor day came and went. It was one of those days where you go through the motions, and by going through, you kind of find a tempo and a purpose. The tempo was kind of slow and meandering, and the purpose was to just get through the day without falling into the endless black abyss. It all worked out okay. The Lovely Carla and I visited with family and friends. We drove the city streets, ate well, chatted about politics, music, and the passing scene. I crashed out fairly early and had strange, violent and tumultuous dreams. Just a reminder that we live in at least two distinct realms - the waking day, the dark of night. We are the connection, the doorway between the two...