Gears

I come from a well-muscled land, where the hills flex into mountains and the creeks might coil or unwind as quickly as snakes.  At night, the cobalt skies fill with stars and the moon appears in her mutable phases.  If you watch the stars long enough, you can see how they are like shimmering specks of sand caught-up in invisible gears.

Everything around us is in motion.

If you think, as you watch the stars, your thoughts shall soon get caught-up in gears of their own—the destination of your thoughts not as predictable as that of the stars.   And if you sleep after watching the stars, your dreams will be like the hills flexing into mountains, and stars swirling in the deepest pools of a river.

--Mitchell Hegman