A Dream -- Friday 24 July

I'm dancing with raindrops again, under a clear sky of July. Each droplet a numinous spirit, healing my skin with its cool touch. I'm in the Regent's Canal, but it's not water I walk on, it's pages of logic books turned into pathways, backwards inferences leading me home. Home to Barnsbury, where petrichor sings parabolas, and children dance to ska rhythms, compassionate and wise beyond their years.