There is so much for one's attention.
after a week a reading,
I see pelicans in their hovery, undulating, connect-the-dots. They fly in elegant lines that trace the coast.
I see a white haired woman eating bread out of the bin at the grocery store.
I see swim flick of a fin on the horizon.
I see a spider.
The bank of dense and luxurious honeysuckle near the back door at work -- its fragrance is thick and radiant. Sparks flicker in my brain.
There is too much to take in. I must sleep and sleep for what feels like years.