A large, pale blue egg, flecked with small pale brown specks, sits in the palm of one hand. Each night, this other world; arriving back each morning in this world. Sometimes arriving quickly, sometimes waking slowly, coming back gently.
There is beauty and truth in the other world.
There is beauty and truth in this world.
There is a sitting quietly on my own. The blue egg. The blue egg. The blue egg. The blue egg.