This morning I stopped to see clouds breaking over the mountains, the same as in a dream, but clearer, pellucid, light and shadowy at once, light gray, a sweet white. This morning I stopped to see clouds breaking over the mountains, the same as in a dream, but...
At first the idea of the hat might have been a cover-up, a need to move through the world without being seen. But down deep, I know that wanting led to it and not the other way around. The hat became a strange kind of mask, like some feathered piece, a shaman’s tool,...