3pm - waiting for Walter C. Breeze

The Walter C. Breeze project calls for an explanation. And, as such, it becomes a project - simply by attempting definition. Until then, it's just another name in the wind.

Walter Breeze appeared in the vast expanse between my earlobes last night. Looking at a Groove Salad playlist, I came upon a song titled "Water Breeze" but my mind saw "Walter Breeze". I thought it was an interesting name. Right under that song was another, by Canadian artist Dino Pacifici. Being here, in Bolinas, in front of the great Ocean P., I changed that to Dino Pacific - Italian* and Pacific references in one name. My Facebook status reflected this finding with an enigmatic "Keith is still awake, thinking about the memoirs of Dino Pacific and Walter Breeze".

The next day, today, Dino had left the vast expanse, or so it seemed. He did so quietly. When he drove off, he rolled down the hill with the engine off so as not to wake anyone up. But Walter Breeze, now Walter C. Breeze (as in Walter Sea Breeze) lingers on, at least until 3 pm when we are to meet, for the first time, at my house for afternoon tea.

(while-u -wait: these pics just in, click above - sunsets are of Bolinas Lagoon last week)

*Ponder Italy's connection to the great Pacific frontier - what can it be until you've come out here, maybe an offspring of westward moving Sicilian forbearers. ...the Californian dream.