today there were wonders.
one: open windows, musical lodgings, evasive see ewe noodles, a full moon in the barnyard, a return to the age of five.
two: mirrorbox visual bombardment, the color green, confident feet, all that is subterranean and cinematic.
three: contagious bulldog yawns, distractions on cement, obtuse angles, the dinnertime nexus.
[paper scissors paper rock.]
iceland-bound in the morning. this part of summer will bowl me over yet.
