Walking along the edge of the rain , my nose is dry and my ankles are wet. The dog charges forward , her jaw is set to a grin, her eyes scream Geronimo ! At my back The Southern Alps and Antarctica send their icy kisses north. Redolent splotches drip from spiraling grey gods , the waters are bursting. If I keep my pace I can balance in this liminal space ,no running no slacking, to fall one way or another will end the moment , right here it all makes sense, the whole messy lot , the world stretches out from me , a compass rose. I’m center of the whole bloody universe , I always knew I would be…

And then it is over, I’m back under my ceiling and the rain is on the roof. The world is back in order , the chaos of normality , and another night passes.