The Shouting Grounds

Your eyes are closed... as you gently bounce from foot to foot, like an athlete warming up on your mark. You loosen your limbs, allowing...

The harsh, barren open plains are frigid and unforgiving. The wind is merciless. Everything ... I mean everything... is dry around you....

I close my eyes. I stand immersed in another man’s ancient dream, watching, soaking, contemplating, feeling the dream that he is having...