Mojave on Monday, Wednesday middle of the San Francisco Bay. Natives of Northern California anticipate seasonal change. Spring
arrives and comes at a time and a moment of our dreaming. We know we are anchored to our own sliver of reality, but it is our elixir, today is a moment that intoxicates, it frames the hills, it sweeps the bay, the sun aches to speak, to touch us, to tell us, that for one more moment on this ride call life……that life is sweet right here….Californian dreaming…….