“It is astounding, those you meet throughout life – and what they later come to be”
- Old Traveler’s Proverb

Have you ever wondered about the world’s colors? Why the sky is that baby blue shield. Why the grass that ripples in the breeze holds that dark, fresh green? The sun brilliantly shines its yellowness down to earth. What if it was all different?! What if the sky was a bright green! And the grass and trees all blue. The sun would shine its splendid purple onto the earth. Close your eyes and try to picture this. Go ahead! It would be fun to color a coloring book like this! The tree’s bark a pure white! The water sparkles with a bold orange! But when you open your eye’s.

Chapter 4

Spring! What a wonderful time of year it is! When all the animals give a loud shout for the long, cold winter days are over. When the butterflies go around happily from the newly sprung flowers. Color just seems to burst everywhere all of the sudden, so bright and cheerful, it is amazing if one can live through another gray, dull winter.

Jenna found herself dragged along a wizard portal, shops and streets flying past as Andy walked forward determinedly. Jenna hated portals – wizards always seemed to use them when there was no need. The subway would have worked just as well, she mused. Heck, walking was preferable to whipping through the streets, her heart jumping in her chest as they seemingly passing through people and cars and buildings. The first time she’d been through a portal she thought it was kind of fun, like riding the walkway at the airports. Now she recognized portals as a waste of energy and magic.

Broken
Wandering
Wounded
Hopeless
Unfeeling
we walk this world
Are we dead
or just
asleep?
Lonely footsteps
fall and
echo
across cold
hard
ground,
unheard.
Welcome to a
painful
empty
meaningless
existence.
But in the dark
He’s holding out
welcoming, healing, pitying hands
to our frosty, lonely, searching hearts.

This world began, one day, far back
In time so long ago, forgotten;
Yet, you have writ it in your book:
How even time’s from you begotten!

Will I ever understand
How you could be before it all?
For I am just a mortal man,
My intellect is weak and small.

How can you ever do an act,
When there’s no time to do it in?
A deed must be begun in fact,
And done, and finished, to fit in.