Contraltissimo

Thursday, April 11, 2013 This morning as I drove north on Rural, my selected soundtracks saw me romping happily across long-loved stomping grounds, tickled by butterfly flutes; stalking the cautious half-light of a jungle full of corners; and engaging a gnashing mob of pig-faced little friends in a tense and whirling row wherein I clenched upon the upper hand with my teeth, shaking like a feral dog all the way, and would not let go for anything.  Of course, then the Helmaroc came and abducted my dear sister, and I had to hitch a ride with an obstreperous gang of pirates to go after her.... But as the music filled the sails and swept me up a