The Cathedral of The Mind
“I made purple tea from the pine cones. I slept on a bed of leaves and shrubbery. I awoke, light piercing the canopy. I clung to the top of trees, while storms swept through and preached to me with rain and wind. In the cathedral of this forest I worshiped.” – Someone somewhere – heavily paraphrased from Aaron Blakeley’s miasmic mind.
“It finally got here!” Jerome thought as he unpacked the cardboard box. There had been several before it but none had held the one thing he needed, wanted. Jasmine his cat had been sick for some time and he had decided to save and go into some debt to extend his beloved animals life.