✸ 7.19.2026 9:49pm #94b0c0 #99b6d5 #d39c89 #9f92af An endless supply of thunderstorms has left the sky fat with rolling cloud-cover this weekend. Even rarer clouds decided to show themselves with gusto- aesperitas and mammatus, a beautiful shelf cloud heralding the start of another storm, Helios' chariot for impending weather. The current retrograde has attempted to smear my being across the pavement. Its been exhausting and trying on my emotions, but we're almost free. There are better things to look forward to. Eye on the prize- The safety of your scent when you stir under the covers in the early morning. "Hey can I show you a song?" The polite warmth of pressing my shoulder to yours while we sit at the bar. A moment of silence between us as the clouds above call our gaze to them. "Hey~! HEY!!" My hand automatically reaching to rest on your leg on a long drive. Singing. Singing loud. Singing louder. Losing all composure on the cafe couch, sides split with laughter. Headbutting you softly, maybe it'll lead to kisses on the top of my head. Sometimes I wake up a bit earlier than you. I try to make my coffee quietly. Eavesdropping on three different cafe conversations surrounding us. Tequila at noon, why not! Walking with you, anywhere, everywhere. Its you. Just you, just you, just you in fields and fields of flowers and flowers. ________________________________________ ✸ 7.9.2026 2:00am #3d5a2a #88b14d #a7d80d #b5e571 A glimpse into the prism into the facets into the many many faces grants a fleeting look at the paws in the mud, the body in the soil. The fur caked with moss, laden with ache, slips over sinew over muscle over tendon over roots. Redemption falls on the muzzle with curled lip. Regeneration slips between cells, between viscera. Huffs and huffs of hot breath refresh mosses and detritus that sprawl under the heavens above. A deluge of realization forces its way through parted sternum. An ocean through needle, a river through keyhole. Humidity of relaxed and recognized existence engenders a myriad of selves swollen with nicety to settle into the earth. The contents inform the vessel informs the contents and indulge each other with a kiss. The vessel stirs, enraptured and in love- with itself, with existing, with you. Too keen to see, to be seen. We're made to merge (it's you). ________________________________________ ✸ 5.19.26 4:05pm The sun feels like love today- it is hot and intense, warm on my skin. I am in love today, still. Sometimes the love I feel gets too overwhelming and my eyes get misty and my cheeks get hot. Sometimes my paws curl around the pillows that almost feel like you because I love that I can conjure my tactile memories, how your volume fills my embrace, how my face nestles in your neck. Sometimes the love I feel gets too overwhelming and I feel so seen and so loved by the people I keep close. Sometimes a hug from those that surround me, sharing food, sharing joy, sharing music, sharing space grounds me so firmly in my sense of self. My roots dig into the soil just a little more. The sun graces my canopy. Love is alive and real and constant. And as I look around, it is still fields and fields and fields of flowers and flowers and flowers. ________________________________________ ✸ 5.17.26 6:09pm Tabula Rasa once more- My heart swells continuously as I fall further and further in love with the internet again. The friction I've given myself to keep my eyes off the Bigger Sites is proving useful. The internet takes up less real estate in my mind, if it does it is pleasant and exciting. I can step away or stay as long as I want as my own attention economy is mine. Truly ✶✶ has opened many doors to not just a teeming underbelly but rather a rich ocean of an internet sculpted by passion projects and hobbies and the individuality that stems from carving out your own space online, in your own way, with your own paws. The internet feels like a shade tree in the warm tail end of spring, now. Lovely as ever.