View From The Porch

(Saturday night, June 24)

I hear the bombing on the air force base across the bay and it reminds me of my dream.

It's quiet in the country tonight after a much-needed thunderstorm. Even now in the distance I see the flashes of lightening--the promise of more rain--for sinners and saved alike.

My dream? It was a helicopter, but big. Really big. Scary big. Doing flips. Flying more recklessly than I've ever seen a helicopter ever fly. Coming too close to the ground and thundering as it went--like some misguided Jabberwocky. It disturbed me to dreamily watch it. I wondered who could so recklessly fly such a machine. But it didn't appear to be piloted by a person. At least not anyone I would want to meet.