The happy place

I’m thinking again about butterflies

But I see only dead flies.

And there is a snowstorm outside.

But a full moon.

I think I can be happy this year!

I focus on the good signs I’ve seen! The good omens!

The lion dog threw up the cucumber cigar, then threw up again on the yellow sofa, but I caught it in my hand.

I’m hoping he’s OK now, that he’s feeling OK

And he did shit in the snow, so his engines are working I hope, because without my two dogs, I’m as blind as Odin without his crows.

Interesting fact is that it was immediately hidden by the relentless snow

The shit was. Hidden.

The snow will ve a fine sight to behold, I think, as it reflects the moonshine and thereby sends glimmers of light on this, the darkest time of the year

It can only get brighter now