Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever

This slight remove

It is Thursday, awake in the cavern of this slight remove, the prologue to the next reprise, this ante-chamber, 4am. The looming of birdsong and garbage trucks in the thinning dark. Chill along the back of my knees. Inconsequential bobbling of neuron sparkings. The tide has not turned yet. I am here, waiting.