To find the end of a piece of cotton thread and, on pulling on it, you find it was lying in a circle around your anxieties, and they are now bound and silent………

It was 04.30-ish. Now it is 06.30-ish. The coffee was sought with a ginger biscuit. Somewhere in between times. I sat in The Den and a pen sat there too. It was silently whispering one simple word into my slumber mind…….

‘Well?’

‘Do you mean ‘Am I well’…….or ‘Well’ what are you going to do now?’ I replied. Silently, in my mind, too.

Can a mind ever be truly silent? Oh I thought. I wonder what other other impossibilities, that could become probabilities, exist?

Flowers on the Moon?

A ladder to the Moon?

And so on………. I should probably write them down and try them out later.

So…….l did. As you do.

It’s good to have a few impossible plans to make sense of and realise reality.