Weaving softly through lights of splendour. A thought.
A thought so transparent it dabbles your mind with its eccentricities.
“Come away with me. Find your soul, your youth. Jump into youthful dreaming. Escape into the night sky and wonder at the stars”.
I had guests for dinner last night. When the young people found the binoculars they were so excited. They went from room to room gazing out at the sky with excitement.