Threshold of a Dream

HOT. DRY. WINDY. AGAIN.

That’s all you need to know to be a weatherperson out here. Perhaps in the winter it changes to COLD. WINDY. SNOW. AGAIN.

It did rain for a few minutes this evening. You couldn’t tell by looking at anything except glass or a hard metal surface. The water disappeared into everything else and was gone in a minute or two. It did cool the place down to the low 80’s. 

I watched the western horizon as pale, pastel blue turned into deep purple and the glitter of the night glow of Stirling began to express itself. 

One thought kept repeating itself in my conscious. 

‘On the threshold of a dream.’

On the threshold of which dream? This trip is into day 33 – hardly a threshold. Anticipation of the Rocky Mountains? We are getting closer. We should be able to see mountains tomorrow? 

Or an older dream? Or a dream yet to be dreamt?

On the threshold of a dream. Perhaps going to bed and dreaming will help clarify the thought.