At last, I remember my dreams

I wish I meant that title in more than a literal way. Only now, as I wind down for the day, do I think about the dreams I had last night.

I dreamed my Southern California town had an unnatural snowstorm, and I watched my world turn bleak colors and be draped in white.

Not in the most poetic mood ever, so here's something middling-new and very green. Perhaps one of those examples of bad poetry born out of strong feeling.

Grace

I wore her dress
on Saturday night
I hung it up Sunday
not sure things were right.
She whispered me stories,
I danced them away
She whispered me lies
I believed anyway.

And the songs that were sung
they were sung by a king
but the king had a secret
who envied his ring;
that ring was a symbol
over all of mankind.
This is the family
I left far behind.

Today was busy and thoughtful. I had melted cheese, was an accessory to a misdemeanor, and listened to a lot of NPR. I love NPR.

Most of the drawing I've done recently has been animals, so that will be the content of my posted sketches until Christmas, at least.