It was a dark and stormy year
Winter ends and we were quite innocent and free and filled with joy. We had no inkling. The tide was out and the beach was seemingly endless. No darkness loomed on our horizon; all was as we always knew it would be and we felt blessed, simply to be. But our being-ness was blind as we ploughed our furrow into the spring with abandon and flew and flew way up high without a care in the world, unknowing that the world, in it's wholeness had developed a fissure or two. Spring had sprung and something startled even those who were doing and not being. Something odd, Something queer had seized us unawares; in our waking state we watched and quivered. In our sleep we had no peace. Each day our minds were in turmoil as we watched our world descend. Silver screens shed light and dark but nothing more; we gasped and gasped whilst further fissures erupted in distant lands and places even beyond the boundaries of desert and forest succumbed. Selflessly we retreated into our shells with most need...