He picks her flowers on his way to work. Pink confetti rains down on his head, a secret smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ‘Who is she?’ I wonder as I pass him. Our eyes meet and a million stories swim in his topaz depths. I imagine her joy as he presents …
Sometimes I walk in the shadows between dreams and waking, letting the light of my imagination burst forth from the grey nothing, into fireworks of vivid ruby and emerald. I am endlessly amazed by the power of the unbound mind, where freedom and creation dance a fiery seduction, forever one step ahead of where dull …