Day Two Hundred and Fifty seven

Touching the stone and letting go. I notice my battle with tiredness, how it rises around my chest and into my head like a fog. I think to myself that I will be unable to keep my thoughts in check in this twilight state, I will go mad or discover that I don't fit with anything, just as this jumble of vivid daydreams twirls up out of my mind like the beginning of The Wizard of Oz.

But really, this is all more knowably real than so much of my daily life, when I am half gone, eating desert while I am really with my main course, being critical of a client I am counseling when I need to be near, or at least in the present, in the room, or consumed by a stream of history when looking at a new bill.

I am tired, I drift in the tides. I let myself be worn smoother.