First, on the way, like dark accidental calligraphy, a bird, on a wire. Beautiful. Sad. It flew.
At the beach to clear the fire from inside my head. With friends.
We played with water and light today. And with time.
And we found a rock creature, drinking from a salt water pool.
Pi found her reflected glory dog, and she brought her shadow dog with her too. The veils between these worlds are thin today and I am less ragged than I was. For a while.