Atmospheric Possibility

2024.05.17

Good morning always that great place.

Some are better than others from the start, mornings I mean.

It's the air.

A light intangible thing.

Something that wants everything to grow.

Each molecule is an enthusiastic audience.

There's dew.

There's almost always dew on a wonderful morning. Breathing is easier.

Not the day's affairs, the air's.

Which, if you ask the earth, are the only affairs.

Good sleep has something, though little, to do with it, as many a great morning came staying up all night.

The light is cleaner.

Atmospheric Possibility.

That's a day's conversation worth having, 'What's atmospherically possible?"

Deja Vu hits.

Was it a dream?

A memory no one else was around to remember with you?

Are we row row rowing our boats gently down dream spirals?

Are we back around to the same scenery?

Is Deja Vu just after the coda, the hero's circle complete and started again?

Something.

For sure.

But the hero's call does no good if you don't answer the phone.

Unless not being able to answer the phone is what the quest is for.

How does the protagonist answer the call if the phone can't ring?

They find another way to communicate.

Music works.

Tell evil good luck trying to shut off the world's music.

Mine as well call water dry as to stop Life's song.

Reach the speakers dear hero.

Tell them game on.

Step the circular path home and ready yourself for that hard fought phone call to summon another circle.

Every quest's end is the start of another adventure, after all.

The start of another day.

S.J. Wynn
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