Afloat in a Lonely Sound

But then the rain began again and we "couldn't" go walking.

The lock had broken, so we just pushed the door in.

- Mary Ann Samyn, "This Is Cage"

Maybe that's how it was (or is?), an induced constriction. Let's open the airways a little. A little more. Cultivate a joke that only we know. This may not be a solution but I'm banking on it being the key to finding one--soon-ish--to the broken lock.

The sunny side, the lemonade, is this weekend in California. Ah!, sweet breathing space.