mechanics & sea; fish & stars
listen, i've been meaning forever to say it's alright; occasionally we'll turn into tornadoes but that will be the end of it. there's not even a need to discuss the act of transformation, at least not yet. just lastnight i was awake until the rains put me to bed and then awoke at their tapping on the window. after some consideration i suspect they were addressing all of san francisco with their intensity.
in another instance i talked myself to africa and back again, developed my cough and dodged a rainstorm in an import with out of state plates. yesterday the sky was white and it appeared only a single sailor had the bravado to bring his sailboat out of the harbor. a pair of puddles made for an adversarial evening but the forecast ahead is bright as far as the eye can see. the tail of this kite has never been so excited for flight.
in another instance i talked myself to africa and back again, developed my cough and dodged a rainstorm in an import with out of state plates. yesterday the sky was white and it appeared only a single sailor had the bravado to bring his sailboat out of the harbor. a pair of puddles made for an adversarial evening but the forecast ahead is bright as far as the eye can see. the tail of this kite has never been so excited for flight.