Pilgrim

Today's a holiday - MLK Day - and I don't have to work. Last evening, I made a plan to be up and out the door by 6:30 AM for a ten mile walk up the trail. I resurrected a dream while walking out there over the last few days to walk a pilgrim's road in Spain - El Camino De Santiago - if the pandemic spares me. So my body needs conditioning. I'd imagined myself in Spain, up and out before the crowd, so I could watch the sun rise on the trail. I let the thought carry me away and couldn't sleep. So I stayed up rereading Henry Miller until maybe 2 AM waiting for drowsiness and day dreaming of Spain. It's nearly 9 AM now, a late start for a pilgrim, but still timely enough for a dreamer.