I stood outside tonight and saw a blue glow coming from the woods by the river. It was unusual and there is probably a reasonable explanation for it, but appeared like something only imagination can dream up.
I observed it for a while and let my mind play with it.
A thought came to me about buying an old horse, about as long in horse years as I am in man years. One that could still move around, like me.
I was thinking about riding this old horse and working my way down south, past the borders and man made obstacles and experiencing what the people experienced centuries ago.
If they want to stop me, they can shoot me.
I really could care less. The ride would be worth it.
Imagination.
Soul.
Freedom.
Dignity
Me and the old horse.
Maybe I will.
I’ll see
