We were pulling up to the stadium and I saw all of the lights on the outside of the building. I was so excited to be seeing my first pro basketball game…I hope my team wins tonight I said to my dad. As we walked into the stadium the crowd was large and the noise was so loud I was afraid the game had started already…but it was just warm ups, then finally I heard the announcer begin to announce the players…cheers erupted before I knew it the buzzer sounded and play began.
After winning the tennis match, Cassandra threw her racket over her shoulder and began to dance. Yes, dance. She shimmied, she shook, she limbo’d and she strolled over to her opponent and shook her hand.
Such a beautiful day to go for a bike ride, don’t you think? I am tired from all of the peddling, up and down the trails and through the bike paths that led to the water’s edge. Too bad for us, we have to park our bikes and look longingly out over the water wondering what lies on the other side.
Floating silently by with tentacles stretched outward toward the sky pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. An eerie glow radiates through the water creating shadows covering formations down below. These ghost like creatures look gentle as they are tossed about by the waves of their world, then infringed upon by the outsider strike out and sting.
Standing tall with outstretched arms while quietly watching over the lines of telecommunication.
It’s power showcased in the red hues of the sky above and the dark land below
With a message to speak softly, gently, encouragingly, empathetically to each other over the tentacles of the electronic highway.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sailaway from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain