Honk'tober

Because abundance isn't about material things, said the guy in the gold lame cape to no one in particular, as sprinkles of rain began anointing our heads outside Harvard Square.
Abundance in heart and art, I offered him lovingly. He grinned in return.

Yesterday was difficult - a ritual sloughing of ego's exigencies. This morning, hungover from excess sleep, unshowered and struggling, I ran with fortune smack-bang into the demigods of Davis Square; there they reminded me of the new day's promise and lifted me willingly back onto my throne of love and faith.

It was the Honkfest parade.

Congregated in the carpark behind Starbucks, preparing make-up, tweaking costumes, limbering limbs, practicing tunes, playing for or avoiding or snarling for cameras... making up the happiest weave of characters and song and liberal politics.

I played the camera, since I have no ability in horn.

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This a bad photo, but its the only one i have of this handsome guy,

Then the parade started, with a big brass noise of "Can't Touch This" and I ran to Elm Street

And the sky performed...