Today's dream followed the storyline of Cameron's Aliens until the moment they arrive at LV-426 and find out there's no alien ship, no xenomorphs, just a broken transmitter and the whole movie turns into a B-grade rom-com between Ripley and Hicks. Credit roll, alarm clock.

衣替え

"The light is the left hand of darkness, and darkness the right hand of light."

Antibiotics during a heatwave, day three. Man, I can almost see the infernal plane. The next four days are going to be lots of fun.

Just sunlight reflected off carbon. A trick of the mind. A daydream.

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.