Surge (1)

In the night, under a sky that holds the moon in icy milk, the air burned my lungs. Taking out the trash with Pal with me, loyally. Before: red wine with a velvety name. And a novel, none too bad -- though with it's author's colors showing a bit too obviously. Now this in the quiet and slight buzz. Updating and installing "nofollow". Feeling sad and slow inside -- yet open to the night. And to possibilities. Freedom in the expansion of thought. Dreams, impending. This next dawn... Perhaps it will be better.