I saw the Plieades in a dream. How long has it been since I have seen them in waking? I had forgotten it, and only remembered upon perusing the numerology primer given me by Purpura some months ago. They were alone in a twilit sky — dawn or dusk I know not. Only for a moment could I perceive them, out over the still waters of some Pawtuckaway-like Lake, then they were obscured by shifting clouds.
Elephants with four-fingered limbs, settling down to sleep among the trees in the driveway of the lake house, which of course was not quite the lake house.
A small, white sailing yacht. Erin and I were going to go out in it with dad, and sit and read while he sailed.