I got up partly obscured by clouds just a little while before the Arcadian god rang, he laughed when I said I was part of the sun’s corona. I had to go to town camouflaged as a nissen hut, I liked the sensation of having corrugated skin, but not the bare soil door mat. I talked to the lady with earth breasts and then came home with mud stains on my forehead. Before I reached the bridge I plugged an electric windmill into the spitfire badge on my lapel and shoved a bag of garden soil into the front of my jeans. I am proud of the centipedes among my ancestors and left flowers on an ant hill as I passed by; as expected they turned from blue to pink. When I turned the corner by the rainbow bush a dragon passed me riding a bicycle; I was surprised he had purchased ice cubes.