Free as a Bird "The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory." - Henri Bergson

my fingers are stained blue from painting waves on a vanity yesterday for a friend of mine - she’s from Hawaii and misses the ocean - i was drinking skinny dip beer and talking to people coming in and out of the backyard - it was another friend’s birthday and there was a barbecue in progress - dogs running around drinking the painting water and staining their tongues the same color as my fingers - i helped marinate the shish kabobs in parrot bay rum and went back to painting - i had just taken down my tent condo the night before and missed seeing it in their backyard - i was worried about getting back to the house i was staying in - family of raccoons stalking me and the babies are especially menacing - like female killers in horror movies - this morning i put my groceries in the work fridge and everything i own is yet again in my car - it’s a funny feeling - that - i could at this very moment turn the key in the ignition and just go - i am a tree whose blooms i think are really birds so that they keep flapping their wings and the tree lifts and moves and dances and then tries to land again until the birds start flapping and it all begins again…