Day 137

I watch the clouds slide over the mountains like a shade being drawn. They are pushed by powerful winds that sculpt their edges into alien cathedrals. Down here the air slips cool and fast through my hair and on to rattle the jacaranda, scattering blossoms. For one crystalline moment I'm aware of the motion inherent in all things, from quarks to galaxies. Only for the briefest of moments, immeasurable, disorienting, dizzying.

Glimpses are all we get. Bits beyond any human equation, past understanding.

I close my eyes, feel the wind, hear it, wonder at all it carries along. A moment.

I have troubles, but they are mine. I have responsibilities, but I embrace them. I have a path that I will choose for myself at every turn, from this moment forward.

I am free.

Motion

We are always in motion.

Something like 67,000 miles per hour.

We forget.

Silly humans!

I was going to write here tonight, really. I have notes and everything. But we spent a long day in the studio and it was one hundred and eleven degrees today, and Orion and I are going to have a late swim before bed. I knew you'd agree that's the best idea.

I did actually take some photos. I'm having way too much fun with Mini Poppets. Spencer and I are chomping at the bit to get back to our video projects. We like Poppets that move. Obviously, given the latest work, I'm ready to make that happen. The funny thing is that I know (now) that the video projects will be better because of the delay.

Now we are having fun.

wow---

the difference a trip around the sun makes.

Orion has waited patiently and waves 'hello' to everyone.

Time for swimming.

g'night