Piercing blue skies and pearl earrings, smoky laughs and changing seasons. Polka dotted printed blouses, blushing brides in salmon chiffon, smiling from the window as I wait for a sign, waiting for you to arrive, but wracked with worry. I tried not to talk about you, and wrote an album, played for a vision of…

The stars were sick of sad stories, hungry, in their hearts for the whole world to change. The branches bowed as we bounded through the forest, kissing in the cascading darkness, the camp girl who could not camp, captured by her adventurer and kept close, between her teeth, trembling lips, and enveloping aura. The air…