“Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
When a good too many days have blurred together, the resulting collage feels like an invisible shade that shields and selectively renders a refined view - it's like a long drink of lemonade on a hot July afternoon when one lingers under a canopy of leafy branches taking solace in the subtle coolness of shade. It is but a moment to take stock of what's on the other side of the present. Reveling in a time out of the virtual. Finding magnificence in a speck of dust on the journey of the neverland in one's imagination.