Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.