Dense moist California air, night mists, drops of rain.
Dark. Shapes of trees against dark sky.
Ganymede of Jupiter, her back yet darker, clouds there are of the galaxy, the only mist the subtle sinking and rising sublimations of water, ammonia, and carbon dioxide.
Here are the drippings of soft raindrops, perfectly random.
Calypso wakens her root, her one leaf to make, filtered north sky is all her light she wants, with this she creates her complex beauty, shared forces of life with a fungus, long cellular strands which reach to the Fir who shares so freely with Calypso, that small flower at the feet. Here my small friend, share my life, make your pretty flower.