March is running away from me. The 18th already. I keep thinking that these days take so long, but the weeks are just flying by. 

Full moon dreams. Last night I had almost exactly the same dream of the night before, but it was in an expected place, a bar, instead of a plane, and the spirit of the dream was generous and gentle. No doomed fog. No circling. I know thinking too much of dreams is probably one of those things I should do less of, like crying at inappropriate times and overinvesting in the astrological turns, but it was curious.

Out to the villa for a couple nights to get a better look at that full moon. It's no Elkhorn, though the distant sound of 81 does sound a little bit like the constant roar of the water this time of year on the North river. I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever get back there, but it's too sad to think about. I'm looking forward to sleeping outside and maybe getting soaked if the expected rain moves through.