alligators and crocodiles

This is the house of the alligator armchair and the crocodile couch, where waves roll in like upside down thunderstorms, napping on bolts of lightning and shifting slightly on their supercells. 

This is the day your memory becomes the rhythm becoming the doorway becoming the glacier carving. 

The world is your shoreline.

The wind is your partner.

Possibility is your breakfast. 

This is the house with the invisible roof, the one-turtle garage and recipes as rooms. 

This is the season of the harvest, of the time to build your pantry of ingredients as an eight year old designing her castle out of dandelions and quilts and encouragement. 

This is the Time of the Always, where we believe in you. Fortunately, this design of Time worm-holes through all times, so get your ass rolling, spinning and bouncing. 

The fields await you.