Imagination

Like Alice through the looking glass my study window reveals fantasies to me. The changing seasons come and go with strangers rushing to and fro, yet I remain steadfast through all to watch and listen as the seasons come and linger for a while outside. I am no prisoner being watchful from a cell, just a person by a window sits and dreams of many lives to lead much more adventurous than my own. From cowboy to astronaut, I am who I want to be. My adventures can be in the past and far into the future be or wherever my imagination wants to transport me. I can be whatever it chooses, from a man to a beast, a good guy or a bad guy, a cat or maybe even a rat or even a fish deep under the sea. I am at the hands of my imagination, then like toys when day is done I gather up my adventures and put them away to keep for another day of dreaming that will again inspire me 6 September 2012