091313 #trout Sand and the papery sycamore leaves. Daily cycles: the tide. The girls. The emotions. The sun baking the emotions into the faces of the girls. The bleaching of the driftwood houses. I love my life. I live here, and I can fly. I am not kidding. I am a dream god. You become me when you dream, and you leave me with a smile on your face. But I stay here. I live here. I help the girls with their homework. And when the time comes, I go into the town with the men, and we raid the town. We're pirates. We're the badguys. And you love us. And we love you. It's a good arrangement.