After the two most worthless posts in blogging history I managed yesterday, I do now have some dreams:
I'm wearing a mask of some sort. I'm filing out of an office as part of a fire drill. (I also remember that this is the merest edge of the dream).
It's early morning and I'm standing somewhere that looks like the path to the bay. There's a mist that greys the green fields. I can see waterdrops on a hawthorne with almost preternatural clarity. I breathe in and smell the scents of winter.