sparking on air as in the center of a faraway galaxy the archangels awaken from their long night and flex their wings . . . towards earth or the other way . . . time to wait and see . . . something that is not for mere humans to decide . . . the humans not thinking well or showing enough respect . . . someone needed to tell them what to do instead . . . fiery tongues that come down from the sky or enormous and sparkled up insects that bite . . . a few more ideas needed but that’s no trouble for an archangel . . .
My fall series post for today over on my Substack and free to look through. About 45 images, including this one:
