Where am I? There are trees to the left and a steep grassy slope on my right. Ahead of me in the far distance, people? Not sure. As I walk in that direction. The trees give way to an expanse of flat open grassy plains. With a meandering of streams crisscrossing. Closer now. No people just a three high rail timber fence.
Seemingly everywhere. Some of it boxed into corals. While a zigzag of fence here and there but not across my path. Suddenly fences end and a grassy slope lays in front of me. Now I see people at the bottom and small groups spread about. Hop, skip and stumbling to the bottom I am greeted. A short statured man asks, what's up? Before I spoke a hand grabs the back of my collar. Spins me around and says, don't speak here.
**INTERMISSION** Woke up to pee.
Back in bed I settle in under a warm blanket and fell into sleep. Now I am in a jumble of wrecked houses. Looking for something or someone. A voice calls out to me, over here. I arrive at the area from where I was called. It's the short statured man. He is excitedly pointing to the ground. No pointing to a sign or print perhaps. Running off he gestures for me to follow. When I catch up to him we're both confronted by a huge block stone wall. Walking the perimeter I was searching a way inside. Out of nowhere a whirl wind lifted me of the ground. Though the whirling winds were fierce throwing debris all about.
Where I sat it was calm, almost tranquil. Gently the winds set me down atop the stone wall. When standing the whole of the vista stretch to the distance horizon. Beautiful low rolling knolls. With grasses in hues of light blue-green to dark forest green. A smattering of trees and shrubs only broken by lazily following streams. By contrast the sky overhead was overcast with dark blackened clouds. Then, again I was lifted gently into the air and carried forward. Set down in what looked like the middle of a ghost town. I scanned the two story buildings which were on three sides of me. I gave particular attention to the windows. Some had bars others a small balcony and where a window was opened. A rainbow of colored curtains were furling in the breeze. Outwardly floated the colors up and over into another window. The splendid display of these floating rainbows of colors. Had me beginning to float along with them. Just then there was a tap on my shoulder. Turning in that direction there was my friend the short statured man. Smiling he said, the town is closed for a holiday. Before I could speak he was gone. Replaced with a crowd of people from side to side of the street coming ‘round the corner. As they came within a few yards of me. I was swept off the street into a doorway. Then through the door. Now I stood on a shoreline of a crystal clear lake. At the far end was a waterfall. Not just your average falls but a waterfalls of multiple colors. The spillway was a sky blue flowing down into a darker blue to hues of sea green, teal, aqua and ending at the lake in a frothy white foam.
Sheilah Say
Seemingly everywhere. Some of it boxed into corals. While a zigzag of fence here and there but not across my path. Suddenly fences end and a grassy slope lays in front of me. Now I see people at the bottom and small groups spread about. Hop, skip and stumbling to the bottom I am greeted. A short statured man asks, what's up? Before I spoke a hand grabs the back of my collar. Spins me around and says, don't speak here.
**INTERMISSION** Woke up to pee.
Back in bed I settle in under a warm blanket and fell into sleep. Now I am in a jumble of wrecked houses. Looking for something or someone. A voice calls out to me, over here. I arrive at the area from where I was called. It's the short statured man. He is excitedly pointing to the ground. No pointing to a sign or print perhaps. Running off he gestures for me to follow. When I catch up to him we're both confronted by a huge block stone wall. Walking the perimeter I was searching a way inside. Out of nowhere a whirl wind lifted me of the ground. Though the whirling winds were fierce throwing debris all about.
Where I sat it was calm, almost tranquil. Gently the winds set me down atop the stone wall. When standing the whole of the vista stretch to the distance horizon. Beautiful low rolling knolls. With grasses in hues of light blue-green to dark forest green. A smattering of trees and shrubs only broken by lazily following streams. By contrast the sky overhead was overcast with dark blackened clouds. Then, again I was lifted gently into the air and carried forward. Set down in what looked like the middle of a ghost town. I scanned the two story buildings which were on three sides of me. I gave particular attention to the windows. Some had bars others a small balcony and where a window was opened. A rainbow of colored curtains were furling in the breeze. Outwardly floated the colors up and over into another window. The splendid display of these floating rainbows of colors. Had me beginning to float along with them. Just then there was a tap on my shoulder. Turning in that direction there was my friend the short statured man. Smiling he said, the town is closed for a holiday. Before I could speak he was gone. Replaced with a crowd of people from side to side of the street coming ‘round the corner. As they came within a few yards of me. I was swept off the street into a doorway. Then through the door. Now I stood on a shoreline of a crystal clear lake. At the far end was a waterfall. Not just your average falls but a waterfalls of multiple colors. The spillway was a sky blue flowing down into a darker blue to hues of sea green, teal, aqua and ending at the lake in a frothy white foam.
Sheilah Say
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