Window kitty both well read and well fed seems sacked, but traffic blaring like sackbuts did an ear twitch—though, eyes remained pinched.

Coming soon…

Then, after having succeeded in caring for their designated carucate, they joined Ferdinand in the southeast corner of the field, where drowsy heads dreamed into neither clouds nor cork, but, rather, within rosy blooms of highlighting petals—an earned reward for oxen of mettles.

Field’s yield moves forward on its journey of bioenergetics whilst farmer’s daughter finds sighted horizon energizing her dreams’ pursuits of bio’s next steps too.

Eve’s buildings reflect—like chromatic flashes from a whinyard’s blade on a sunny day—as Eve reflects about her place as well.