This is a snippet, which I was inspired to write, when looking at the light play across the water in Ajaccio, Corsica. It ties in with my overall theme for 'The Shadow Forest/Tales of the Navel', which includes 'Waiting for Rebirth', 'Unwilling to Be Yours', 'Be My Valentine Snack', 'Stealing Myself From Shadows', 'The Hand and the Eye of the Tower', and 'A Godling for Your Thoughts?'
There are actual valleys of mist, rising from behind the hills, blocking off the path ot the mountains. I can see them from our deck. Light is reflecting off the water, the energy of a thousand souls caught in a collective pond of life, past, and present. No, wait, it’s supposed to be part of an ocean! Why is all the light gathering in a boy’s eyes? He can’t contain it all. Not without exploding.