I stood eating ice cream, looking at the bright crescent of the new moon with it's dark side barely discernible. The satellite hung low against light blue hues of the western early evening sky. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and basked in the redolence of  new foliage, with a slight hint of wet soil. The silver light mixed with peanut butter and chocolate, mixed with geosmin, mixed with the din of the city and susurrus of branches. Synesthesia and respite.

Snowfall to celebrate Spring equinox. Now crisp, blue sky and piercing sunlight.

Last Thursday constellations of construction crane safety lights dancing through the gunmetal sky. Today a hollow boned man with porcelain skin browsing through a rack of posters at the museum bookstore, tilting his head like a magpie or owl.
I still don't know what to do.

I dreamt a crossover between X-Files and Fullmetal Alchemist. Mulder and Scully trying to uncover a nationwide conspiracy to draw a gigantic transmutation circle unto the US and turn everyone into a philosopher stone.

The calluses only make sense if you're barefoot.

I soak up the sun.
I suck up the sun.
A vampire.
In reverse.

Ecdysis vibes.