Cap’n Crunch’s Crunch Berries, After
Now this is more like it. This version of Cap’n Crunch is an invitation. I’m lounging on my porch swing with a bowl of Crunchberries and a mug of steaming coffee. Sunlight dissolves the dawn mist as a cool breeze off Narragansett Bay welcomes me to the morning. I hear the muted call of a seagull in the distance. I am serene, a sense of peace rippling through me from the anahata. I close my eyes and accept the soft release of death. Thank you, Cap’n.