IDYLLWILD, CALIFORNIA In the moment between dreaming and waking, the sky needs to be hidden, the unbidden words furled: in Idyllwild, a time long after the dream is the time to begin. Blue jay, robin and woodpecker witness the dawn – at one with the butterscotch tang of the pine-bark, the chocolate bark of the manzanita. By forest boulders on Mount San Jacinto, raccoons, lizards, are keenly aware of wolf, coyote, mountain lion, black bear. Now, words fly wild as disturbed feathers; then swoop like an eagle thru pure, bare sky. Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON