The quickest post from the land of redwoods and rain, where we're at the Tomales Bay Workshops till Sunday. Actually, the moment of sun was so startling this morning--and it really was a moment--that I probably chased it off by holding my camera up to it. Still, there's nothing else like that thick pool of cold I associate with forests like these. Though that cold strikes me as static, my mind is never static in relationship to it. I'm always thinking into it. I'm always saying, why do I resist you, why do I want sun, wind, and weather to break you up and push you on? Meanwhile, the thick pool of cold hovers just above the ground, ghosty, indifferent.