Talking about that alien gray person .....

I saw her ... she was gray ... an alien gray. She looked like a person, but she was gray. I wanted to say something to her, but I was afraid, not afraid of her, even though she was gray, I was afraid that she could talk like me.

I hesitate some more ... she is getting ready to go ... I start to walk toward the door ... she turns around and smiles at me ... I turn my head to the side and pretend not to see ...... and poof the alien gray is gone .......................

Bright Lights Burning Through My Window

The sun is suppose to be good... the sun is suppose to be great...

She was happy back then, back when she was in the dark, so to speak, about how deadly the sun really was, to her health and well being.

It's getting hotter now... she is beginning to feel like she is starting to melt, like a wax figure of some, so called (worthy) celebrity, who some how, was left out in the hot rays, of the California sun.