I keep returning to this place.

Benicia, of course.  The water.  The contrast of a vibrant town and rust and decay.  Of course, there are landscape that I return to in dreams.  That's another blog.  

Please go ahead

 Name this.  I've been trying all morning.  

What the crow dreams of

Nothing else to say.

 

A city is a geometry lesson

Angle upon angle.  Explicit and implicit.

Heart

 at daybreak.  A mountain adds gravitas.  

Anticipation

 A key theme for many writers.  And for all readers.  Here's to the union of writer and reader.  

Sometimes the memory

of a robust weekend breakfast can get you through a few meetings.  P.S.  Who doesn't love tomatoes and grapes with the drizzle of basil olive oil.  What you don't see, you can still taste.