11/1/2020: CRIMSON DREAMS.

Before I drift off into peaceful slumber I’d like to recount a place of wonder. Where horses with leathery wings ferry bedazzled princesses and their hunchbacked lovers to heights of crimson and peach coloured clouds. Where grass grows on trees and flowers blossom in the warm rays of sunshine and a one eyed goat summons me into the depths of enchanted shrubbery where menacing bugs watch from barks of fallen trees as we smoke a stick of red incense and let the dreams set in. As we meditate on caterpillar legs and the satisfaction of watching them shuffle. Dusk approaches and owls hoot us to sleep under the blue stars and the cold of the night seems to ignore our transcendent silhouettes. I take a bite out of the yellow apple and it’s morning again and the sun is shinning,birds are singing and I can’t help but think what a beautiful escape this is.