The journey home

Home again via the ferry, where I caught this marvelous vision. I’m full of images and memories, and these words wash over me:

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself--
Yea, all which it inherit--shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
--Prospero, in Shakespeare’s Tempest:

More images from Orcas Island and Indralaya are here. Back-blips from Thursday.