...in the aftermath of the storm, when relief was mixed with loss, after the sky's anger had gone, it was still noisey. but peaceful sounds, not the crashing, thumping taunting of the pitch black clouds. like dark itself, bumming everyone around...
...take the road near the park line, on over to the narrow bridge, the one that goes over wilson creek. look out for snakes always and be watchful of others and everything. observation is the key to learning, curiously paying attention and making notes...
...theories about conspiracies and more and more histories, cashing the checks of innocent sins. dealing in the arts with the art of the deal, nothing to gain but the deal in my head. float the boat gently over the water, the ripples will dance...