As the seeds she spilled sprang up closer to home, it would seem as if the magical woman, the Great Mother and Mistress of Animals, was now becoming the Mistress of Plants. Ceres, the goddess of wheat, was about to make her appearance...                        drop                    by                           drop rain stains my jacket a deeper green; open umbrella, walking beneath, the cold drizzle.

Across the street the entrance to a building is guarded by high-relief sculptures of the Roman goddess Ceres, she who can kick without planting a foot hangs suspended, stone-still. This goddess dances in her heart, while her excited celebrants hop around her. She looks down, amused, swaying imperceptibly...   —wind-blown mind-driven—

 

A man walks out from another room and smiles at the Other. Pointing to the room from which he'd just emerged, he says, "This is my work room. No one is allowed in it." The Other smiles, and the man turns to leave. But the Other senses it is not over.

There is a disturbance of the air around him, and with his arms parallel to the floor, the Other floats to the ceiling, where he's  hovering  when the man suddenly turns and attacks. The Other kicks the man hard in the head, which is eye-level to the Other's feet; the man staggers and falls.

The Other floats down. There is disturbance of the air around him. Except for the unconscious man on the floor, it is as if nothing unusual had taken place.