a steady stream of day dreaming. may is a lovely month. we have huge bowls of fruit and i cut and peel and make fruit salads and eat fresh bread with cherry jam and cheeses. the scratch on my ankle is healing, the blood dried and beginning to peel to reveal fresh pink skin. my bed flowered and i dream of many odd little things and people. there is something in the pages and songs and films that cross through me and i am giving it thought.