After the full moon eclipse last night and collecting over 500 pictures we went for brunch and got talking and then we made a little experimental short to one of Mesquite Treason's songs. I promise you not people staring at windows were involved.
There's no doubt in my bones that Georgia O'Keefee, Chavela Vargas and my grandma hang out in some kitchen cooking with roses and singing and dancing and painting each others' bodies, half drunken and howling at the dark. I know because when the Moon is fat, she howls back.
Sweet dreams this morning with the three of them talking softly over each other and laughing like hyenas.