i had a dream of mister. after pebble beach, the thin place. he was running in the country somewhere, there were hills and brambles and he got into a sticky patch that made him wild. he burst out and ran down a hillside, across a road, jumped a fence and into a swamp. i followed as best i could. then there was more open water, pools and people and we were relieved. then i woke up.

the wind was wild all night and this morning the kestrels are calling and the twins above.