I finally have things to say and stories to tell. Prompted by K to talk. Maybe I'm finding my music back or probably the melody is sifting back to me. But I'm finally home.
The city of butterflies and big waves has let me sink in one feet under. The tarmac and the rail track has been running smooth and offering me a seat. The unbrella is staying erect and not letting the rain soak me through, well manybe just a little. I have a school of fish that swim with me in the same express aquarium. The waters turn murky sometimes. But they are to, I suppose. For how will the red settle and grapes mature, if they wont turn murky and decay. The wine cellar is open wide, seven days a week.
The toes tap dance too and the sand is escaping beneath.
My feet are firmly planted and now not waving in the wind for now they have company...
