Lump is wide awake

The new day is dawning and Lump is already wide awake. He dreams of travel. There is so much more to do and Lump wants more. Replicating a new skin, listening to The Raincoats, reading Crowds and Power as the clocks move forward. Lump is developing the power of thought. Thoughts spreading like wildfire, like a virus, like throwing a caution to the black wind, Lump forms a funnel, gathers up everything in his arms, in his crosshairs, he is consuming the seen, the unseen, the young and the beautiful. One space or two? One lump or two?

The morning has come. Night released the sleeping dogs, possibilities barely scratching the surface.

There is clearly more going on below the surface.

Can you feel the surface tension?

Now the sun has come out, the sky is warming. The black dog has wandered off, fed, seemingly content, still searching for something more.

The bones of the maple tree, like hairs standing on end, in stark contrast to the mottled clouds.

Coming: Heart People vs. Cancer People.