Utopia...

The fine subtle hints of meticulously crafted tastes and smells swirl over my tongue and through my nostrils. The molecular compounds of vanilla, roses, ripe pears and chocolate vibrate my taste buds like a bell and send wondrous messages to my brain's receptors. Fireworks of electrical impulses fill my core as my eyes flutter and visions of Bacchus' age of crafts acts as a muse once again. Forget about politics, if even for just a moment.

corvus corax...

There is something strange about a murder of crows. They are like the pirates of the air. Cunning characters always flying in numbers never to stray too long. They have no insignia, no morals, and a distinguishable language, you know when they are coming.

flowers...

In all the world very few things are as beautiful as a full flower in bloom waiting for the winds and insects to consummate its lovemaking with another nearby bloom. Many flowers tell a humble bee to land on it by means of infrared markings. Orchids mimic an insect in full by having its bloom resemble a worthy mate of its own species. Plants, especially those that bloom, have far surpassed so many other life forms with their inter-genus love dance and empathy. And humans, oh how our senses tingle with the mere symbol of a flower. If only they could sing.

crater lake...

I went on a bending journey with my love this late summer. We gawked at sunrises over the ocean and looked up the tallest trees in the world... some of the oldest too. We slept in tree houses, drank Bailey's and coffee, we went deep into caves. We as humans are quite fortunate to be able to think about the splendor of nature and all the happenings that are out of our control. The Earth is like a fine wine that is ever-changing in taste and age. I am just so excited to be able to think of such an occurrence on a plane outside of ignorance.

fe·roc·i·ty...

The quality or state of being ferocious.

Lulu at the driveways bend...

I am sorry to have missed all the people I did when I went back to Wisconsin, but, I can blame it on one sole factor.... Lulu... This little girl is quite amazing. I got to meet her just before her 3rd birthday, which I helped her celebrate. She is up at dawn and out well after the sun goes past the horizon. She has a friend, Robin, who flies wherever she goes. Robin is a superhero of sorts as he can fly, but he often forgets things, such as his backpack, which he has to go back and get quite often. He needs his backpack. At her dance recital she is the littlest one. But she is the easiest to spot because she has the biggest smile. Between times of disaster, as things often are to her, and taking photos of tongues sticking out, well, there just isn't that much time. This is where I used to play.

witches...

My dog, Aurie, reluctantly lives with a cat. You see, he is deathly afraid of them. He tells me that they are shape-shifters... witches of the worst kind. There is no such thing as a domestic cat, he says. They are all just witches living on the sly. Therefore he keeps his distance. Any person wise enough to stay away from witchcraft and spells will live a much more genuine and predictable life. I can attest to one thing... I have never known Aurie to lie.