An overgrown pure black cat stood determinedly in my path yesterday in the middle of a familiar neighborhood grown over with the uncanny moss of damp light that comes between intermittent rain showers.
that unique composure of being drawn out of sleep by crystalline
awareness of a faucet in the darkened bathroom opening and closing with a
metal hiss. Nothing there + the room’s not empty.
edge of hysteria to all the vividly dying foliage that creeps up against
the steady barriers of peripheral vision - you could just sink into the
ground all soupy proteins at any second, sliding neatly into earthy
It’s been a magical season so far. A dose of ritual immersion on the equinox can’t have hurt, + a certain occasion exactly one month in can’t but sustain the mood …