the wind is so strong today- the rushing of it through the trees in my tree house & the sunshine all cold and sparkly like on the ceiling and my bed is enough to utterly transport one to an imaginary beach.  the wind is so frequent it's exactly like standing with the ocean in front of you and not being able to hear anything above the surf.  beautiful day to stay in bed here in my oceanic treehouse, but a dangerous day to ride your bike to the library...

Jude put his hand up to his mouth and said down the table I think Jesus is going
off his rocker get Simon to tell you what he asked me
Simon says he didn’t want to talk about politics or dreams or nothing he just said
Jude next time y’all are over in Mesopotamia why don’t you pick me up a few
bottles of that wine they make over there
sure thing Jesus I says

Frank Stanford, The Last Supper