had to close all west windows between storms yesterday opened with a gasp. 

good journey, r. 

felt sad with comet in that contraption for carrying him downstairs. the trust in his eyes. 

everything moves. even when sitting still.

things build up and dissipate. human things gather to extract, 

humans gather to dissipate, 

like storms, but unlike.

between storms storms gather.

humans rush

this way and that.

dream of release.