04.26

On the Airfield, on a patch of grass, a Rider was patting the head of an Orca Whale. The eye of the flying mammal closed as the Rider’s hand got closer and opened a moment later, its fins caressing the

02.18

  The air is lighter here than anywhere else I have been. It is whole with the sea. Currents run unencumbered from the skies to the sea and back. I have learnt to ride those currents as marine mammals before