When was it moved here?

This prism

The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

It must have been a long while waiting. And I'm not going to take it out. It is dusty, undisturbed, mingling with the night I don't know how long from now. It stays.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 28 - shepard!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always

It is raining,

Unlocked with  - you have 3; Unlocked with 1 x Amber Die  - you have 1

"F.

Unlocked with In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon 3 - you have 3


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

my plate to kitchen, me to door, the thresh-

hold under, by, behind, the speckled floor

a blur with sun too much for my pale flesh

from window glass, and I, behind which, more?

It's empty.

there ever a want of more, more of this scene,

this happiness from loved character,

this turn of things, division by a screen,

and we, the reader, myself-magickeder,


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


and not the only one, for here in dark

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

(as much a shock to them as me) a pers-

on whose (the tunnels) home my entrance stark

disruptedly a look of choices: worse?

and trust of unfamiliar things, and such,

but they to me: hands close, so close— to touch—

You've gained 1 x The Golden Hour (new total 5).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Always

Always

I was watching a video the other day

Unlocked with Rambling Mind 21 - you have 23

I have reached a point

Unlocked with 1 x Amber Die  - you have 1; Unlocked with  - you have 4


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


I was watching a video the other day

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

that I can't stop thinking about. Well, rewatching it— I don't know how many times it's been— years since I first saw it— but it gets better every time.

I find I like, now,

I was watching a video the other day

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the parts that I didn't much care for the first time around. Like the music, which is strange and dissonant and deliberately so— or at least it deliberately pays its dissonance no mind.


Always

Always

I was watching a video the other day

Unlocked with Rambling Mind 21 - you have 28


Well, that's not really true.

I find I like, now,

I was watching a video the other day

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

It pays it a great deal of mind. It also invents a word: "qualiscopic". I'm not entirely sure what it was meant to mean. I like it. And the video does have some quality scope (it just keeps going! I forgot all about the last half of it!).— Maybe I want to watch it again. Maybe.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 42 - a world of silt and clay!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 42 - a world of silt and clay

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


It was known

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

that there would be battles before the war. Hundreds watched expectantly; began to chant; a cacophony soon lost time; muddled whole. At the table, the three unfurled the scroll.

The oracle,

It was known

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

clad in black, looked out from the head of the table to his audience. He knew what they were waiting for; but there must be quiet; must be quiet. Looked out to say you will be quiet.


Always

Always


He was not then

The oracle,

It was known

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a warrior like the others at the table. He was unarmed; did not raise his voice; held out the paper and spoke a word and sparks flew up.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 55 - what are your beliefs ?!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 55 - what are your beliefs ?

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always

"G.

Unlocked with In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon 4 - you have 4


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


Always

Always


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always

The bookshelf

Unlocked with Rambling Mind 51 - you have 55

in the living room was for old books for adults, so I never paid it much mind, content with the ones in mine or my brother's room and various school libraries and book fairs...


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Once in the elementary school lunch room

we (I sat with friends back then) had a lull in our conversation, and at the same time every other table went quiet. Over the course of about ten seconds, we all realized there was no particular reason we'd hushed, and the usual susurrous hum returned.

It's empty.

What silent thing had all the children heard,

that made them whisper, made them fumble for a word, gave them pause long enough to notice everyone else was too? What sort of presence were we under?

What are the chances, I wonder,

It's empty.

of a pause occurring simultaneously in many parallel conversations? How noticeable does the dip in volume need to be, and how long must it last, for people to think something's going on; that people have quieted for a reason?


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

A similar thing happened to one of my friends

in their elementary school. But I've heard of no such thing happening in middle or high school. Perhaps we lose the sense for it, when we get older. Perhaps it's only then we need a reason.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 59 - are we here yet?!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

in the living room was for old books for adults, so I never paid it much mind, content with the ones in mine or my brother's room and various school libraries and book fairs. Now I am drawn to it. These are books my parents have read, have owned, have decided to keep, some from when they were in college or further.

This prism

The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

would sit by the window, and cast an ocean on the floor. It is behind the picture frames, and I think it has sunk to the bottom where blue is black is everything.

            1
            You need 1 x Treasure Hunt Clue  (you have 1)

            1
            Unlocked with 1 x Treasure Hunt Clue  - you have 1


Always

Always


When was it moved here?

This prism

The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

It must have been a long while waiting. And I'm not going to take it out. It is dusty, undisturbed, mingling with the night I don't know how long from now. It stays.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 38 - it was straight like from a book he once read!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 38 - it was straight like from a book he once read

does wonder.

it was straight like from a book he once read:38

Rambling Mind: it was straight like from a book he once read

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


"F.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

'Please be SILENT and LISTEN...' Have you heard of a weird saying like this? If you want to find what you're looking for, UNREAD THE SIGNS."

The day is cloudy,

"F.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and the paper is still bright enough in it to make me squint. I turn the paper sideways, so as to avoid causing confusion for passing planes.


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


I notice a corner

The day is cloudy,

"F.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

of blue past the edge of the paper. On the back is a sticky note, in the same handwriting.

You've gained 1 x In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon (new total 4).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


Always

It is raining,

Unlocked with  - you have 4; Unlocked with 1 x Amber Die  - you have 1


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


That dress

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

is long discussion died and explained away, but even when I first heard of it there were those who were already tired and acted annoyed when it was brought up, as I found out. I always saw it was blue and never could get the color to change.

I think beyond

That dress

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the initial interest of learning about it I wasn't too surprised. Such illusions of color were possible, and this was another one. Still, I had fun showing it to people (though my methods may have biased them).


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Then the news

I think beyond

That dress

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

came out that the real-life object was, in fact, blue and black. From then on, it wasn't some arbitrary trait or opinion, oh no. You saw it right, or you saw it wrong; and I saw it right from the very beginning, you know. Most people were fooled, but not me. And isn't that so nice and neat?

You now have 1 x Singular Perspective.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 2 - shame inferno: musty frog!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 2 - shame inferno: musty frog

does wonder.

Rambling Mind: shame inferno: musty frog

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A bird—

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a tiny little thing— landed just outside my window. Black and white, in some pattern resembling stripes that I'm sure has a specific birding name. Or maybe it's just "stripes".

As I went to get my tablet,

A bird—

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and take a photo, it hopped just out of view. So when I came back and couldn't see it, I waited.


Always

Always


And it was a slow feeling

As I went to get my tablet,

A bird—

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

that it had left. I might have seen it again if I hadn't turned for that moment. But I wanted the photo, since it looked nice just there. (Well, of course. It looked nice.)

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 18 - oh, dinghy. oh, boat. oh,!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 18 - oh, dinghy. oh, boat. oh,

does wonder.

Rambling Mind: oh, dinghy. oh, boat. oh,

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I don't recognize the song

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

that drifts insistent down from the bell tower. That happens too often, for what are meant to be familiar pieces. Sometimes I think without context of the original, the flattish tone of these versions loses something along the way.

I don't recognize the song

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

But this could not be one of those times.

The song feels familiar in that way that a new song can— a surprise that makes you change your breathing, stop seeing and listen, feel the world accompanied by the sound.


Always

Always

mindful of the angle of introversion: largest

Unlocked with The Golden Hour 1 - you have 1

<p>swath of the room with no people in...


The harmony is warm but

I don't recognize the song

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

quiet behind the melody. I keep walking at the same steady pace, and the can't help but feel the rhythm of the song and mine are related, even if I can't tell how. It's nice.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 11 - this space intentionally left!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 11 - this space intentionally left

does wonder.

Rambling Mind: this space intentionally left

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

discover slowly that one of my ears is hearing differently than usual. My own breathing is amplified, but sounds entering it from the air are turned away. Like when you get on a plane, or off, and there's too much (too little?) pressure in your ears. But no reason.

Is that what

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

an ear infection is like? I never got those when I was younger. Back  when I could go to the doctor, and they'd explain something like this. Yes, you have an ear infection. Fruit juice is forming crystals in you. Your appendix ruptured.

Today it happened in both ears.

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

And I could still hear, but just. So I went through the day and listened carefully, for when I didn't there was noise.

I lay in bed

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and hear at regular intervals a rushing. Not quite regular. Every now and then it seems the tempo is a little faster, a little slower. But the changes are small.


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


If I went now,

Is that what

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

it would be going because of the problem. And it usually goes away in a day or two. So why go if it's not a big deal?— I mean, I don't know. I think I'm supposed to. Everyone my age knows what an ear infection is, and whether they should worry about it. Better not, I think. I listen to the sound of my head.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 29 - arthropod !!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

when I think I think of nothing, and as a remedy I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note. It's an odd shape: not quite square, but only just; longer than it is wide. But it is perfect for doing origami, if you don't know how to do origami.

The convocation is now

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

too large to be organized in a simple shape: they cluster and scatter across the laminate surface, a veritable army of green pentagons, gazing every which way.

            16
            You need 16 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 39 x Paper Frog (you have 25)

            16
            Unlocked with 16 x Paper Frog  - you have 25


Always

Always


"But around us

The convocation is now

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

            16
            You need 16 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 39 x Paper Frog (you have 33)

            16
            Unlocked with 16 x Paper Frog  - you have 33

and in us is Everything; that we can see, and that we Will know. It shall be too great, perhaps, for any One— but we are not one; we Are; we are Not."

You've gained 8 x Paper Frog (new total 33).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


Does lemongrass smell like lemon?

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Is that why it's called that? I bet I could look that up. Maybe later. And what about "sleep"? What does sleep smell like? I don't quite understand that.

But it does have a lovely sound.

Does lemongrass smell like lemon?

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

"Lemongrass and sleep". And maybe it's there for the rhyme. What does it rhyme with? I don't remember the next line.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


There are others, of course.

But it does have a lovely sound.

Does lemongrass smell like lemon?

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

"But to her..." might be my favorite. At once all the sadness and links. And there's something about that makes me smile. And why? And why.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 4 - draw one!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

we (I sat with friends back then) had a lull in our conversation, and at the same time every other table went quiet. Over the course of about ten seconds, we all realized there was no particular reason we'd hushed, and the usual susurrous hum returned.

It's empty.

that made them whisper, made them fumble for a word, gave them pause long enough to notice everyone else was too? What sort of presence were we under?

What are the chances, I wonder,

It's empty.

of a pause occurring simultaneously in many parallel conversations? How noticeable does the dip in volume need to be, and how long must it last, for people to think something's going on; that people have quieted for a reason?


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


It's only happened to me the once.

What are the chances, I wonder,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Perhaps it's exactly as unlikely as it sounds.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 54 - good news!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

when I think I think of nothing, and as a remedy I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note. It's an odd shape: not quite square, but only just; longer than it is wide. But it is perfect for doing origami, if you don't know how to do origami.

This frog joins the others

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

in an ever-widening circle around the original (the Prime) frog. Whether they are speaking or listening is unclear, but they watch as Prime looks outward to the wider world of the café.

            4
            You need 4 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 15 x Paper Frog (you have 4)

            4
            Unlocked with 4 x Paper Frog  - you have 4


Always

Always


"We cannot know

This frog joins the others

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

            4
            You need 4 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 15 x Paper Frog (you have 7)

            4
            Unlocked with 4 x Paper Frog  - you have 7

what forces languish beyond our world-table, be they kind, or mean; watchful, or uncaring; simple, or complex. We can only see our world to its edge, and know it to be full; and hope in what beyond is so."

You've gained 3 x Paper Frog (new total 7).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

swath of the room with no people in. so,

the corner with the column such that scant

few seats unbroken lines of sight to me

It's empty.

the feeling not poorly, maybe, unopposed

to presence of it; reaction to a turn for sadness,

that this fondly person down. sad not to me, then?

no trust in this feeling, that goodness out of bad


Always

Always


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

step and little fall by grass-covered dip with

rocks in. ah! not all flat as first sight; but a gap

as wide as the height of the grass not secret.

far then, for any imperfection in the near-horizon.

You've gained 1 x The Golden Hour (new total 2).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always

There's a girl outside

Unlocked with Rambling Mind 46 - you have 54


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


There's a girl outside

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

wearing a bright blue raincoat. Have I seen it before? If she turned around, would I recognize the face under that hood?

Probably not.

There's a girl outside

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I'm no good with faces. (Or maybe that's not true. I always say that I'm bad at faces, and bad at names, but I wonder if I just don't do enough to remember. Do I need to pay more attention? Do I need to use people's names more often? How often do I know someone with no idea from where! But I don't want to guess and be wrong. It would be so terribly rude.)


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


She's turned to say something

Probably not.

There's a girl outside

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

to the girl next to her. She smiles. No, I don't know her. But the coat is nice. Right now, it could almost be the sky.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 10 - la trahison des renés!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 10 - la trahison des renés

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


Always

Always


Always

A moment passes

when I think I think of nothing, and as a remedy I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note...


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Always

Always


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

when I think I think of nothing, and as a remedy I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note. It's an odd shape: not quite square, but only just; longer than it is wide. But it is perfect for doing origami, if you don't know how to do origami.

This frog joins the others

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

in an ever-widening circle around the original (the Prime) frog. Whether they are speaking or listening is unclear, but they watch as Prime looks outward to the wider world of the café.


Always

Always


"We cannot know

This frog joins the others

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

            4
            You need 4 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 15 x Paper Frog (you have 9)

            4
            Unlocked with 4 x Paper Frog  - you have 9

what forces languish beyond our world-table, be they kind, or mean; watchful, or uncaring; simple, or complex. We can only see our world to its edge, and know it to be full; and hope in what beyond is so."

You've gained 2 x Paper Frog (new total 9).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Always

Always


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


I forgot about

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the candy in my pocket. It was someone's birthday, I think, and they brought packets to share. That sort of thing is probably harder now that we're in multiple classes over the course of a day. So: weird, but nice.

I won't say no to candy,

I forgot about

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

but I put it in my pocket. I feel weird eating in front of other people, even if they are, too.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I won't say no to candy,

I forgot about

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Now, these colors present an opportunity.

Brown is the root. Green for the fifth. Maybe yellow is the seventh. Blue— something out of key. Augment. Jump a tritone. Anything.

I'll hold on to the blues. Those ones are good to share, I think.

You've gained 1 x Piece of Blue Candy (new total 2).

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 56 - i always thought i might be bad!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 56 - i always thought i might be bad

does wonder.

Rambling Mind: i always thought i might be bad

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


Always

Always


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always

early enough now the sun— nearly sideways on—

Unlocked with The Golden Hour 2 - you have 2

bite in my pear exposes fractive wateries—

these too like stars, like lindous, like gold...


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Always

Always

The bookshelf

Unlocked with Rambling Mind 51 - you have 56


The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

in the living room was for old books for adults, so I never paid it much mind, content with the ones in mine or my brother's room and various school libraries and book fairs. Now I am drawn to it. These are books my parents have read, have owned, have decided to keep, some from when they were in college or further.

This prism

The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

would sit by the window, and cast an ocean on the floor. It is behind the picture frames, and I think it has sunk to the bottom where blue is black is everything.


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


When was it moved here?

This prism

The bookshelf

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

It must have been a long while waiting. And I'm not going to take it out. It is dusty, undisturbed, mingling with the night I don't know how long from now. It stays.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A bird—

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a tiny little thing— landed just outside my window. Black and white, in some pattern resembling stripes that I'm sure has a specific birding name. Or maybe it's just "stripes".

As I went to get my tablet,

A bird—

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and take a photo, it hopped just out of view. So when I came back and couldn't see it, I waited.


Always

Always


And it was a slow feeling

As I went to get my tablet,

A bird—

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

that it had left. I might have seen it again if I hadn't turned for that moment. But I wanted the photo, since it looked nice just there. (Well, of course. It looked nice.)

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 43 - the marrow of trees!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


Always

Always


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


I step quick and rhythmic.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I know exactly where I must go. There is nothing for it. Then a determination settles on me, and I think this is how it's done. My choices are certainties; I am satisfied with small inexorable.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

bite in my pear exposes fractive wateries—

these too like stars, like lindous, like gold.

and that suddenish sight— there no others—

It's empty.

yet if for it no trust why so much time in

that space, of time at no speed, of everything

wrong? But the person, whoever, they the

feeling towards, previous speech wrong because


The building is tall

It's empty.

and the sun low, so its shadow covers most of the view out the window. Across the street a car is parked, and on the edge of the roof of the car is the sun, glinting.

How does that work?

The building is tall

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

The sun is behind the building. Where could it be reflecting from, that it hits the car and reaches a window in the opposite side? I suppose the shadow isn't complete darkness. Light gets in from somewhere, and one of those places is here.


A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

of this sight downward not sight but sound of

clouds and soon all cold and wet so torrent, all;

current on the ground like laminar, speed, yet

eddies in holes and holes again, and I down away.

You've gained 1 x The Golden Hour (new total 3).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


In a minute

How does that work?

The building is tall

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the brightness recedes. Maybe it's moved to another window, now. Or maybe to see it you had to be just here within a few minutes, and looking the right way. (I wonder if it happens every day.)

You've gained 1 x Singular Perspective (new total 2).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

when I think I think of nothing, and as a remedy I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note. It's an odd shape: not quite square, but only just; longer than it is wide. But it is perfect for doing origami, if you don't know how to do origami.

This frog joins the others

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

in an ever-widening circle around the original (the Prime) frog. Whether they are speaking or listening is unclear, but they watch as Prime looks outward to the wider world of the café.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


"We cannot know

This frog joins the others

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

            4
            You need 4 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 15 x Paper Frog (you have 12)

            4
            Unlocked with 4 x Paper Frog  - you have 12

what forces languish beyond our world-table, be they kind, or mean; watchful, or uncaring; simple, or complex. We can only see our world to its edge, and know it to be full; and hope in what beyond is so."

You've gained 3 x Paper Frog (new total 12).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

The convocation is now

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

too large to be organized in a simple shape: they cluster and scatter across the laminate surface, a veritable army of green pentagons, gazing every which way.


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Look this one up. No, not with a reference. (Is it day?) Just up there, at the top."

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I remember that I was walking, and resume. On this section of the trail there are painted arrows and dotted lines in different colors. They must be for some project, but whose and what I could not say.


"But around us

The convocation is now

A moment passes

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

when I think I think of nothing, and as a remedy I reach into my bag and pull out a sticky note. It's an odd shape: not quite square, but only just; longer than it is wide. But it is perfect for doing origami, if you don't know how to do origami.

            16
            You need 16 x Paper Frog  and  no more than 39 x Paper Frog (you have 37)

            16
            Unlocked with 16 x Paper Frog  - you have 37

and in us is Everything; that we can see, and that we Will know. It shall be too great, perhaps, for any One— but we are not one; we Are; we are Not."

You've gained 4 x Paper Frog (new total 37).


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the lines were chalk, but of course chalk could be destroyed by rain. Sometimes that is a feature. I wonder how the paint might be removed, when the project is done. Maybe it won't be.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


At first I thought

In a moment

"G.

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

discover slowly that one of my ears is hearing differently than usual. My own breathing is amplified, but sounds entering it from the air are turned away. Like when you get on a plane, or off, and there's too much (too little?) pressure in your ears. But no reason.

Is that what

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

an ear infection is like? I never got those when I was younger. Back  when I could go to the doctor, and they'd explain something like this. Yes, you have an ear infection. Fruit juice is forming crystals in you. Your appendix ruptured.

Today it happened in both ears.

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

And I could still hear, but just. So I went through the day and listened carefully, for when I didn't there was noise.

I lay in bed

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and hear at regular intervals a rushing. Not quite regular. Every now and then it seems the tempo is a little faster, a little slower. But the changes are small.


Always

Always


Conversations happen

Today it happened in both ears.

Sometimes I wake up and

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

around me and it takes too long to understand to jump in with an addition, unless it's directed towards me and they wait. But that is not so different. I float in words, and keep mine in me. I listen to the sound of my head.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 57 - see me after class!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

where the trail is crossed by a road. There is a stop sign, which I think is more for the railroad track the trail follows for a time. A car reaches the line just as I the crosswalk. It starts forward for a moment, then quickly halts again as I step into the street. I am The Pedestrian; I have the Right of Way.

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

a fantastic phrase made unremarkable by regular use. Everyone has the right to way; to make way, to take way, to go way.— No, none of those quite work as interpretation. Way is way is all.


Does lemongrass smell like lemon?

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

Is that why it's called that? I bet I could look that up. Maybe later. And what about "sleep"? What does sleep smell like? I don't quite understand that.

But it does have a lovely sound.

Does lemongrass smell like lemon?

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

"Lemongrass and sleep". And maybe it's there for the rhyme. What does it rhyme with? I don't remember the next line.


And when paths cross

"Right of way" is

I have reached a point

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

the right cannot be held by all at once; but it is not needed by one forever. So, it trades places until everyone has passed; everyone until there are more, that is; way is never done. That car is further down the road and I am still following the trail.


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In the Grey Hours of the Afternoon

I learned a lot about the way of things.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Paper Frog

A green frog, folded from a sticky note. It jumps.

Amber Die

Smells like— well, like amber. Like rosining.

Tablet in a Blue Case

I have often thought it stands out too much from the grey-and-black that is the norm.

Singular Perspective

I imagine a ray travelling outward, and bouncing off every thing.

Blue Lens

How often can you look through this and see the same color?

Treasure Hunt Clue

It's numbered, so I know this is not the first. It looks like only this was never found. (I think.)

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?

Piece of Blue Candy

I don't think the color corresponds to any particular flavor. Not this time.

Illustrated Book

The size makes it very intimidating, but much of the story is told in full-page illustrations. It's a perfectly manageable amount of text.

Storm-Blue Sky

Maybe what you're looking for just happens to be far away from here. Maybe.

Bright Blue Envelope

Looks like it's addressed to someone else.


There are others, of course.

But it does have a lovely sound.

Does lemongrass smell like lemon?

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

"But to her..." might be my favorite. At once all the sadness and links. And there's something about that makes me smile. And why? And why.

An occurrence! Your 'Rambling Mind' Quality is now 12 - one is won the other tied!


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

Rambling Mind 12 - one is won the other tied

does wonder.

Rambling Mind: one is won the other tied

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Always

Always


It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

and I have come unprepared. There's nowhere I particularly need to be— not for a while; not until the rain stops— but if I am to stay home first I need to get there.

There's nothing for it.

It is raining,

A Café on Gardner Street

It's empty.

I step out into the downpour, picking up speed but refusing to run. Soon my head is soaked— that was a given— but I am worried about my feet. Rippled sheets run across the sidewalks; puddles could be ponds between; a passing car turns up spray.


Always

Always


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?


Under Amber Skies

One day the world is a different color.

In Search of Good Weather

The skies' fallings.

Rambling Mind

does wonder.

The Golden Hour

Three. Three? Three.

Blue Umbrella

Is it raining?