local to local
The sun was over the horizon at 5:45 with just a few mackerel clouds hovering low in the sky. There are birds accompanying the quiet. I am not sure what kind, but maybe this year I will learn more songs. My dreams have not yet caught up with my location. I am hoping the bifurcation won’t last long. But, even though my dreams held me to a more complicated life, I slept well. I’ve begun to shed and am hoping the new skin underneath is not too tender but even if it is, losing the burden will be worth it.