Dash and darn.

Or similar pleasantries.

Tea served from a silver pot, languages minced with local flavor.

A dialect pops up for a good brew.

When the summer comes, waiting on either side of the one lane bridge puts us in quite a stew.

A cabin, the forest, the lake, the water mill and the view.

It was a blue liquid in a crystal cut glass.

Something close to that anyway.

There were stairs leading down to what looked like a laboratory, of the old type.

Various colored vapors were swirling, so we refrained from looking over the bannisters.

We drank slowly, convinced, well almost, that we could tell if anything strange happened to us before it went too far.

The next day we woke up in a garden, lying on a red and green striped beach towel. The sun was already high and hot.

The adventure had begun before we noticed, while we were subdued by that blue drink we never asked for.

Your words are worth considering.

Your clothes need some attention…you wear grey and it’s so austere and depressing.

When all round you are doing the same, unless it is uplifting, inspiring and cheering…why not try a different tack.

Don’t just follow the winds, listen to the breeze brewing or cause your own rustling leaves of revelation.

But, it is up to you.

We are confident.

We hope you are.

At the same time, we are keeping an open mind.

Which one knows and does it matter?

Intuition is valuable, self deception is not.

A sense of wellbeing is good, an ability to reason is valuable, a good result is optimum.

Sane and solid like an ancient redwood tree.

Tremors and moments of contemplation.

None of them the same thing. But linked by strong branches.

Neural niceties to calm the heated inflammation and fevered mumbling of an old disused wizard.

We can get ready to build beautiful cabins in fresh grown rolling landscapes, beautifying beauty.