It is almost impossible to explain the thought process that goes through my head when I see, hear or read things. The most random of things can suddenly invoke a crazy thought string that, before I know it, evolves into a winding magical story that even I don’t know the ending of.
Perhaps I’m blessed with a touch of the bard, or maybe just the court jester. I’m certainly no fighter.
Alive in my mind are a million or more stories waiting to be told, waiting for that spark of inspiration to unleash them into the world. Who knows what that next spark will be, maybe a song or walk in the crisp winter air. It may even be one of you.