notes from the kelp

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Click on the blue music icon above to hear “Unhinged,” to accompany this mysterious fog crawling up the bluff.

It is dawn and I am, finally, actually tired. Many nights I remain invigorated through the sunrise and actually resent the globe turning, as it does tend to, depriving me of my precious nighttime working hours. But now I am done and ready for deep sleep. This morning there is a thick and luscious fog that wafts up from the sea, licking the shouldn’t-still-be-green-at-this-time-of-year ground, sauntering past the hummingbird feeder, and caressing my roof. The dripping sound off of abundant ficus tree leaves is arrhythmic and wonderful. And maddening. Can I sleep accompanied by a pulse beyond my own?