Now and then

There's sorrow at the edge.

For two night before this last I had the craziest dreams. Last night was dream free, but the night before I saw little cats being attacked by a young leopard. The cats didn't seem hurt as far as I could tell, but I was worried about rabies from leopard saliva, and yet was diffident about mentioning it to the people around me. The night before that I dreamed of Doris Day singing 'The Black Hills of Dakota' and through both those nights moved the shade of Nuclear Man, so vivid, so very insistent, I could reach out and touch him. It was so powerful I wondered if he was dead. Sense of the ominous but not a threat as such. Just a thing.

Then this morning someone dear messaged me about a death very close to her. I listened, tried to support, did the best I could. How close is all this pain!

Still, a friend joins us this weekend and as ever, it will be great to see her. There's going to be light, even if we have to stay up all night to see it.