Four Sticks…

 

 

It’s cold outside and there is a light rain falling that threatens to turn into snow and bury the world in silence. Maybe not tonight but sometime in the future or perhaps the past. The mind wanders easily in both directions of that dimension, occasionally helped along by things that appear in strange places as if from an invisible or long vanished hand. I am a traveler of both time and space…

The world is not shrinking… It is only our imaginations that wither on the vine from too much easy entertainment purchased by subscription without thought or effort.