blur raze i know what this is. it's a red-breasted nuthatch. it's the image my wall calendar has given me for the month of september, and i've been staring at it for ten days now. but when i look at it from far enough away, it isn't a bird anymore. it's a woman. she's wearing a long, flowing blue gown. she's wrapped her arms around something that isn't a person. it's a statue or a stone wall. something that can't hug her back. i can't see her face, but i know she's looking at me as if she wants to say, "here is all the tenderness i have. i give it to you. i give it to everything." it doesn't make sense. it doesn't have to. happiness is like that sometimes. and this is what a bird can be. 210910 ... epitome of incomprehensibility When I rented a room with a family in St. Catharines, I had a patterned couch in my room. One day I looked at it without glasses and was startled to see a dark shape nestled on the seat. Some kind of animal? A bat HAD gotten into the room before through the chimney (see nightmares_from_books: the one with "Nazis and their giant noise machines," not the 1984/Hunger Games crossover featuring radioactive shampoo that only bothers people with "full-blown asthma"). Anyway, I put my glasses on: the "animal" was a shadow combined with one of the darker flower shapes in the pattern. 210910 what's it to you? who go blather from