Dress Cool

Here in the provinces north of Boston your senses grow more alert when it's over 90 on a May day and you just 8 miles in from the icy churn of ocean. Maybe it’s the response of the animal self to Anomaly.My own senses noted that the iris bed smells like cat pee, a strange sad thing with our old pal Abe not six weeks in the ground; with his sister Charlotte in some unmarked grave, carried away as we think she was by coyotes. When I tap into my Medium self I sometimes ‘see’ what remains of her, a small Pick Up Sticks toss of bones in the undergrowth by the water’s edge.They noted the presence of manure on a lot of gardens and there’s another sharp deep scent that shoots up your nose to settle in the base of your brain.They noted this small flotilla of geese on a quiet road. Any goose clothed by God in enough feathers to stuff a mattress with and a blizzard of pollen shooting up its own little nostrils might get a mite testy on days like this. Maybe that’s what happened with these geese, who looked so peaceful to me as I first came upon them weren’t. Weren’t at all. Because seconds after I took this blurry shot two of them were screaming and diving at each other and the rest jeering loudly. Five minutes after that the grass was littered with great fan-like feathers bigger than a big man’s hand and one of the geese was limping.Was it a fight over territory? An  attempt at mating? How vain and silly we humans are, sashaying around causing oil spills and acting like we own the place, when in fact we understand so little..... Hot again today, they say. Good plan for this dumb human to dress cool and take things slow.