Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever

Best Day Ever 5.3.17

It is Wednesday. Wisdom and a clever tongue. Trickery. The wind keeps blowing my hair in my eyes. I am washed up here. I am on my feet, considering consequences. There are stirrings in the grass, things that keep me from choosing my own path.

I would be snake bellied, swallow winged, salmon tailed. Kin to contour and current.