You, too?

A mole,

diggin in a hole,

diggin up my soul

now, going down

excavation

I wish I had incarnate control of music…and that the wings on my shoulders were visible. Like a cape, I could whip them and curl them about my body and flourish them with the sounds of music. Or maybe I just wish I had a cape!

No, because I really wish I could fly. I will fly someday. I can feel the nerves in my shoulders that are supposed to support the wings. I know exactly how to twist my body and shift one shoulder forward, extending one wing in front of me, and slipping into a slow, powerful roll…

Have you ever rowed a boat? Have you ever felt the awesome feeling of power and control as you slip the paddle(s) forward, gliding just over the surface of the water, then plunge them downward and back… thats the sensation! The power across your chest as you drive the boat forward, the deep gutteral silent gurgle of water driving around your paddle. Then you twist at the rear of your stroke and lift the blade from the water like silk…. to repeat the motion again.

Thats what flying is like, only its your wings, and its air, and its you that is pushing thru the fluid.

It must be spring. I have the irresistable urge to go rutting among the woods; to lock my rack into anothers and drag each other down in semi-mortal combat.

I am both glad, and sad, that I do not have horns.

I need to go go-karting!