palace of winds

Saza has a way of putting her face up against mine that is instant peace and grounding. A check back into now. Whatever else is going on it is a time to just stop and stand with your cheek against another, appreciating the enormous, simple gift of that companionship.

I had restless dreams last night, long wandering epic things full of impossible journies and cars spinning out of control. At one I was wide awake wishing it were later — wishing it were five so I could get up and take a walk, wander around my dark chill neighborhood for a while before retreating to Harvest Moon for a waffle. Home before sunrise.

I spent way too much money this last weekend, but the sticker shock’s easing quickly away, and I’m now richer a pair of winter riding breeches, winter paddock boots, and some lovely (and fairly affordable!) suedey half-chaps. I now only need to find my old riding gloves — or get new ones — and I will be all set for the coming cold. Which has apparently decided to give us a brief reprieve: after a Friday and Saturday full of chill rain, all bluster and wet, the weather’s cleared up and has been downright pleasant. I can feel my bike’s quiet entreaty from here.

Though it will likely have to wait, since today is for Top Secret Missions with Mel and tomorrow is for riding. And I have those aforementioned stacks and stacks of books calling. There remain too few hours in a day. (And a decided lack of spinach in the grocery stores, though they’ve tacked down the problem places. Bring me back my delicious dark leafy greens, I beg you! E-coli be gone!)