whispering on air on the smile of a baby kitten chasing her brother’s tail as somewhere close to the northern shore where the ice and snow goddess lives a crack and then a roar . . . too many in those funny-looking ships coming to call . . . kayaks and canoes all right but not big things that belch black something that sifts down and make everything look ugly . . . time to rest up and gather energy along with snow sparks . . . an idea . . . a sparkly looking something filled with diamonds from the glacier goddess’s gown to glow up over the top of the world and then a dropping down to push everything to the bottom down where the little water breathing things live . . . except for polar bears . . . them, the whales and their furry seal friends worth keeping but the two-legged ones and their mess. . . .no.
My fall series posted over on my Substack and free to look at. Please scroll to the end to see everything
