GOOD LOVE IS ONE THE WAY Sunday

It is a Sunday in Upper Michigan, which feels a little more like an island than a peninsula. I see blue sky thru the large window and two people walking a white dog, a golden doodle perhaps, this is good love. There’s minimal remnant of snow upon this sub arctic former glacial climate scape. 

I am meeting this land mid-early winter. I am in a land of music, where the water knows a tune as delicate as time and as abrupt as inertia. 

My soul glides here, it is a fantastic voyage in a deep blue star sea. The night sky had a name.. blue star sea. 

Stars are all sorts of colors for varying reasons of their science. Aren’t we stars? 

Anti gravity matters to us the most, holding us in place, with our “backs up off the wall, 

We dance, come on”

Saturated movement 

 Paws and paws

 Up to my ears in water 

 Middle fingers from a grama 

 You are here : on planet ocean water 

 Glitched out and thought I needed this truck 

Photos by Vera