The magic wand of a jackhammer was creating dreams of reality and actual physical platforms out of undulating clouds.

This was a showroom above and beyond the rough gutter we had left behind a few months earlier.

Everything on display was available to take home, you never had to order and face the wait for delivery.

It was a calming, therapeutic shock.

A new cure. A new dawn. An old freshness.

Disparate connectedness.

Surely things have changed?

So many rivers have run past and so many races we have run.

Eclipses, dust storms and hail.

Hot winters, cool summers, blossoming autumnal days.

We play table tennis at supper, we dig holes in the chocolate moose.

Crisp crackers of tree bark exported with glee.

Tread lightly, hold tightly.

Said everything and sent signals with smoke, light, radio frequency and quantum-quasar-laser-lensing.

That seems to be complete. A thorough job, thoroughly completed.

Hold! Wait! When we get specific confirmation, then we know the message was received.

Basic army training, which one day might be taught in what will replace today’s schools!

Up to the brim of the hill with no buildings in sight.

A paper bag flew by on a short flight, only to expire from its humble altitude moments later.

This quiet and sought-after destination pleases the eye, cleanses the soul and empties the wallet.

Admission is expensive and worth every cent.

There is a three year waiting list for a “place” on the hill. That’s what they told us, and you know what a clever marketing story that is!

It was the only thing that mattered to her and the only thing he noticed.

A statue the size of a large hotel suite.

Forgotten, was the day they had cast this giant work from bronze melted in their stainless steel saucepans.

Home Cooking took on a new meaning.

The neighbors wondered what caused the blue swirl of smoke and the ensuing sizzling sound.

On permanent display.