at 5 in the morning, the air is thin enough to breathe.

Lizard brain's awake. Vacation's over. Yay?


Cleaning up some files, and I found this essay. It was written more than a year ago, on request, and then the project was sidelined. But I kinda like it, rough and unedited as it is, so I'm going to share it here under the reasonable assumption that the project isn't ever going to get off the sidelines (and if it does, I'll probably want to rewrite this at that point, anyway)
( Finding the Words Between the Stars: The Link between Poetry and Science )