Then, on Woods Lot, another Colossus, from Burning Man:
Last night I dreamed that the cyclone had hit us. I went to the ocean and saw waves raised and static, like a mountain range, or a field of icebergs: jagged shapes in shades of pale and paler grey. In the spaces between them the water was almost flat, and shone with silvery light. There was no sun, the sky was also shades of grey, but rounded with clouds, in contrast to the jagged sea.The real cyclone has moved north, and will bring water and suffering to some other part of the coast.