Sasquatch sunrise

Some of my dreams have an obsessional quality to them, where I keep going over and over the same ground, trying to solve some kind of problem. The night that is now ending ---the sky is lighting up, I can see it through the window-- I was having to find out how soldiers succeeded in inventing chocolate chip cookies by turning bullets into chocolate chips. No matter how closely I observed the process, the moment of transformation eluded me. I think that the white solider turned black during it, too, but I am not sure.

And speaking of obsessions, I was actually awake a little while before my other obsessive mind kicked into gear and the usual companion of my thoughts showed up. A brief and welcome respite.

The bedroom is still quite dark. Small window close to the floor because the eaves shape the room. It creates a rectangle of light and color against the blackness: golden sky on the top half, thick immobile cloud on the lower, and to the left and superimposed on these, the silhouette of a large tree.

Bad photo "sent from my iPhone"

Crickets chirp. A dog barks. My brain switches on. Another sunrise in Sasquatch. Coffee soon.

I am hungry for what I am always hungry for.

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

And constant craving
Has always been.

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