Florus Arrow is a Dalmation of no club, a flicker of black and white that always knows the shortest line. Out near the satellite flowers field, Florus Arrow keeps a small ritual that involves an old human photo of a smiling dog and human and a quiet bow. Around the lower mall after rain season, Florus Arrow is treated like a small weather system that mostly improves the day. Florus Arrow works toward the kind of evening where machines hum, friends are near, and nobody has to be brave.