Occasionally I’ll run out of words and ideas. A well in the deep springs of my mind clogs, creating a barren landscape where forests once sprang forth from ground to sky and gave birth to my now idled thoughts. Then, all at once, there comes a radiant light and it reflects a bursting dam as flowers bloom where desert once was. I am sprinting in and out and under and over trees, streams, rays of ethereal lights and my imagination welcomes me home.
[Written November 20th, 2016]