A Dream -- Sunday 23 August

I'm dancing with Archimedes in the moonlit square of my mind. His ginger fur glows like stars exploding into sunlight on Islington's cobblestones. I chase shadows, he chases stardust, both of us chasing time itself. Time isn't an object but a dance partner, Epicurus whispers from a vintage radio playing ska tunes. Compassion motivates me to reach out and grab those golden tendrils of past and future entwining around us.