May 17th, 2014, 11pm

It was 13°C with clouds and visibility OK. The breeze was light.

For the two of us I envision slow electricity. That speed of light nonsense can go where the sun don’t shine. I’d love some metaphysical honey to engulf us, so that our skin tingles in anticipation of things which may never come. We shall glow & hum like transformers because of all these energies choosing us as their conductors. I don’t care if the voltage was the envy of Tesla himself, but minimum velocity is of utmost importance. The crickets outside the house should voice both their concern & consent.

Adrian, Heather, Héctor and Sanna said thanks.

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Marcus Hammerschmitt

Writer, journalist and photographer. Eighteen books so far, on paper and on screen. My biography is boring, my life is not.

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