It’s dark out there. My headlamps obscured by something in the air. The shadows turning into material form. What the hell is going on?
I keep a close eye on the lane markers.
Up the road I see a shimmering light. It glances off the trees like embers from a roaring fire. The rain stops, the trees turn green. The flowers bloom into beautiful bulbs.
I see you standing in the light. Long skeins of golden energy radiate from your hourglass body. How did you get placed so perfectly into the setting? In the woods, in a chocolate dress, on the shore in a little black suit. Do we all respond so automatically?
Do I have the power to transcend this charnel prison?
The suspense is making me sick.
What exactly do you have going on?
Can I meet you for a drink? Intergalactic Finance Minister
