Can’t seem to get any privacy these days. The dogs went crazy in response to a strange truck parking out front, it’s driver seemingly not visiting anyone. Second hand knowledge doesn’t always explain things.

Sirens blaze as the population outside responds to dwelling in the third most dangerous city of the state. Accidental (as well as purposeful) injury, and a failure to accept responsibility runs rampant here.

At times I find it strange that while folks put on a show, pretend they are something they are not, yet do deeds to convince others they are that … a denial of the inner voice, the inner self speaking happens. Denial … the worst enemy of intelligence, or best friend, depending on which side of the intention one stands and what ‘comfort zone’ they’ve become accustomed to.

Closing eyes I imagine growing big, beautiful wings. I pull them forward and flip them back in flight, sweeping all that is in the front of and at the sides of me, behind, making the path clear-er, repeat, repeat, repeat. It feels like swimming and flying simultaneously. Is this vision real, or fantasy?

Some say that to imagine something causes the brain and body system to respond as though it actually has been done. Sometimes it truly feels this is the case.

It’s magic …