He never stops, rip!
I forced my shoes, leather jacket and cap on and braved the newly arrived cold and damp.
I walked to my favorite spot and gazed shiveringly at the fog-enveloped mountains and trees -- those ghostly specters -- and perceived my childhood home beneath the actual lay of the land. Wishing there were someone with whom to share this natural beauty of intermingled present and past, up saunters a dear neighbor. A kindred spirit. He tuned in to my words; he understood.
This is the day-to-day fare from which dreams of the subconscious arise.
Creation.
THANKS!
CoCo