We were all out late, just wandering around in the shadows, trying to shake off the week's dust.
Hoarse and abuzz...
I started thinking about Duke Theseus, how in a quiet moment with Hippolyta, he tells her that imagination distorts his reality.
Altering what his eye sees...but sometimes the imagination may see truths the human eye cannot.
I'm marking these last days well. Here, my eyes are wide open.