“I want to help. Since we landed, when I was a little boy, I know you have made this as comfortable for me as you can. You Puter are Mother-roaming beyond the pod. You and Mother have built a very reasonable fort-home with laser protection, alarms; long-and-short-range armed defences plus exploratory and inventive initiatives. You’ve made gardens for food and process clothing from the ground’s chemicals, flora and fauna.” Bonn exploded in a swirl of arms. “I have done

What problems to solve? We die, we die, we die, we die, we die, we die, we die, love. Personal troubles: Think solving life's problems...

Dark hangs at the apex of the swing, holding, holding. Silence of the drop of dew, holding, holding. Petals gently shift, twist, hold….waiting. Green blade bends under her alitrunk and mandibles. Feathers shaken slightly as he sighs, his chest expands, and settles. He lifts his beak, throws back his head and cracks the dawn to his splitting laughter to break the still of dawn.

Sit with overwhelm. Take a breath and give one back, life's only request.

The year of the snake: Its egg swollen and obscured. Cracked from fall or birth?