Something special is in the air today.
The canopy of the sky is lit with a thousand lights, each held by invisible silk strings. I call them paperlights. The sky is enraptured; emotions stir into motion even as colors swim in heaven.
I'm just a little man in my little boat, wading past water colored lilac and blue. I spend my day, fishing and musing. The fishes, long dead are my constant companions. Then there are my thoughts which have the flavors of gin and melancholy. My musings reach as far as those dead fish can see. Today is special because my thoughts are not confined to the cage of my heart, or my often empty stomach, or my little boat. Today my thoughts have wings, they have flown to the sky, today my thoughts have fins, they have made the sea their home.
I am not a man today, no creature of blood and bones, flesh sewn together by unpracticed hands. My scars are not scars today, but lines drawn by nature, by the wind, the sun, the rain. My eyes are lit like stars, charting a p