The Ideas/Mystery

You could let go of those anchors around you.It’s your time and your choice - slither away from them, like water sliding off a crane’s feathers, or shake them away in a sprightly carnival of ruffles and mess.For once, let’s not pick the perfect music.We will let it play loud, as we revel in the brash happiness we are weaving, like standing stretched by a sea shore and feeling victorious over the vast, vast sea.

Today I feel the mystery around me. And I like it so much. I like breathing the fresh air in my at last clean room.