it was a dramatic morning this saturday. i thought gus was going to collapse. the wind blew me sideways on my bike and i caught my fall. i said to r. it's a bad day, i had a bad feeling. i always do that, when i was a kid i felt like the sky was gonna fall eyes scanning and i stepped on glass in a subdivision refuse swamp looking for frog life. i climbed trees to feel safe, watching the sky waving watching the ground rise up to meet me. well the rain stopped and gus is back on his couch in his nest with his fan and his bear and i'm watching the talking heads with penny so relieved nothing bad came, the sky just hangs there, the wind winds and snakes and tunnels, we fall and get back up again and lay back down between yesterday and tomorrow.