This is my first year in the new house, and I'm still getting used to how the sun moves around it; the discovery that around Halloween it rises through the multistorey carpark, flashing through the concrete layers floor by floor was a particularly nice moment. The dream about the evolution of sound was the fault of Tim Science, who'd been showing me (images of) sound waves the night before; the snarling spaniel of wakefulness is humourous shape for one of my regular liminal hallucinations -- that something bulky, dark and growling is at the foot of my bed ...
Speaking of which (dogs and mysterious specks of light)
I found an amber octopus for sale at the market yesterday, but I didn't buy it.