Soon

... I will be home again rubbing coffee beans. Staring at real life Boteros. Rediscovering the art of the leap. Orchids in orchards of light. Spring is eternal. And it makes me nervous - being this hyphenated American.

Whale Dream

I dreamt I saw a whale from a vessel. Well, only it's tail. Everything was in slow motion. We had both chased the sun in freezing winds and it was time to head South. The tail kept disappearing into the troughs of these enormous waves, which I seem to dream about often. At some point I touched its rubbery skin and firmly believe that sensation has somehow crossed over into a world where everything is fleeting.