the white peacock is Amie and the coyote is While E. evidence of another nice weekend.
i woke up this morning without a plan for what to do with the day. i woke up from a dream of taking planes from city to city, in which i had forgotten my laptop.
i dreamed that at Point Iroquois there was what appeared to be an island in the sky. but when i ran down the dock a little farther, i noticed there was a land bridge connecting it to the beach.
i dreamed of being in many places and around many people at once, of finding ways to fix problems. as i ran down the dock toward the island, sucking the cool air deep into my lungs, i passed by people in a blur, people as memories, memories as feelings, feelings as blurs.