No wonder the weekend can get brushed onto the palate of the weekdays. My mind transferring data from one region of my brain to the other, dabbling in new ideas and connecting the dots to make the lamb. Or the rocket.
There is no mountain I’ve climbed and got on top of, yet I am in the elevation zone near the clouds and breathing is easier up here, despite the levels.
I am my own creation and the freedom that I cloak myself in, and walk with is doused in those precious flames.