I woke up with a scream this morning, the devastation of Arda fixed in my mind, but when I looked out the window, toward Bag-End, all I saw was mist lifting off the lawn as the sun raised her head above the tree line, to take the night's rain back into the sky. It only rained last night? Images of Arda heaving her rocky skin into the sky, walls of ocean tumbling in upon her, fire spewing forth in towers that rose above Tilion's crashing charge, all flashed before my mind. And then I remembered Manwe's decree when he restored the Shire last--there would be occasions when LSD would fall from the sky. And that occasion was last night. And now it's past. And what a lovely day it is today, even more so now that the fear I woke to has vanished with the morning mist!
I still have some unfinished business with the editors at SPN to tend to later today. But I think I shall take a walk and go visiting this morning. Right after I finish my tea.