Weekend Summary

I left my magic driftwood sword in the room that faces east where the sun rises and returned to the water. Are there words for the sudden baptism that came in a wave, surging under the sky that had three clouds in it? Marching white crests advancing toward me bringing news of victory from a distance ... closer. Deep, churning, wild and turning, sun is burning, we are learning. The spell of a moment ... the land shifts under the water ... it is possible. I am drenched. The sun will dry me.

- Happy Hippy -