aeryn

It is a different rain this morning that runs down my roof, surrounding me in my attic, holding me safely in my big bed while cars wheels pass by my life. This rain wont be enough to the stop the whispered fear, fragments which drift to me each day. Never seen the river look like. The dirt in my yard is already cracking should I Governor declares another drought emergency in The snow-pack is less than

Maybe this summer the fish will die and our over-managed forests will ignite the need to have our National Guard home. Maybe we will need to fly the best firefighting helicopters home from the desert. Maybe, but what we are doing shutting down campgrounds, letting rot boat docks, to pay the companies that originally over-logged and over-planted the forests to thin our sick diseased forests. This is our Healthy Forest Initiative. Of course, under present course, a private company could take over running our public recreational lands selling them back to us in market researched package deals replete with fast food stands.

But the rain drips through my trees branches, barely reaching the dry ground underneath, and I pull the blankets up higher trying to go back to sleep. I wish I could disappear into my dreams. But no matter how much I would like them to be real, I have to remind myself that they are only dreams, two dimensional fantasies playing themselves out in my mind, without the possibility of being anything more. I think I will spend all day in bed hoping to dream some more.