Semi-Daily Scribbles

 Through the door awaits adventure. Or tedium. Sometimes riddles, sometimes things that keep us from sleep. Plans to formulate, dreams needing tethering, destinies to which we tend. Out there is a perfect world, your refuge, my prison, the loneliest acre where lookers and thinkers gather to bring back stories no one believes. Open the door and step out onto the causeway that will wind itself around your wishes.