I had strange dreams during the second half of last night, about the Maori and about being alone and about the wisdom and happiness of rocks. I thought it was probably a subconscious call for me to go to New Zealand until I looked at ticket prices this morning and realized that a round trip from Los Angeles would be more than $2,700.
So much for New Zealand.
But I think I will have to go somewhere soon and spend time with some rocks. The end of the summer remains a thousand dreams away, but I
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