Coraline Tuesday

"It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be."
-- Coraline, by Neil Gaiman

I must have awoken in a different bed today, because I feel vaguely unlike myself. Oddly tethered. Somewhat faded, like an old photograph. It is cool in here -- outside, however, is all velvet heat and high bright detail.

My stereo is looping the Counting Crows song, "Miami".

My mind is full of elegantly machined prismatic dragonflies and colorful paper butterflies. They flutter near the ceiling of my imagination in a rainbow tumble that slowly spells out a story...or something.

Either way, it's a pretty image.

I need some sunshine and warm air. I think that I'll get loose and scrubbed and grab some outside time...with paper notebook and pen. My thoughts keep bouncing against the ceiling in here.

They need some tall sky to fly in.