Mike Stipe stayed in the bar because he liked it there and Luna and I did our best to head to the waters edge. The world took on a surrealist edge with gravity doing the best it could to hang on. This seemed like an aftershock to the previous interludes of zero gravity. Luna, only weighing twenty pounds needed to be tethered to the ground. The leash served to purpose for the most part. I looked like I was flying a dog like one would a kite,
The streets were barren in most places as people looked to local news and Matt Zophino for meteorological advice, from what I have been told the weather messiah appeared crestfallen and scared to death. He had never seen a low pressure situation such as this.
It felt like we were marching to Mecca when we ran into the a coyote trying to recall its native land. The coyote, having more mass did rise or float quite as high as Luna. If they had it would have been a bloody disaster .
We arrived at what felt like the waters edge only to find our once tranquil riverbank a whitewater postcard
To Be Continued- King Of Birds
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