It was a dark and stormy morning. Winds blew the rain in sheets across the open pastures. “Oh, sheets,” said the explorer to himself in thoughtful recognition of the character of the rain. Yet he carried on, with such simple-minded dedication to a useless cause not seen by the world since… well, since yesterday.
His is not to reason why.
He moves north, moist or dry.
Into the valley of wet strode the explorer.
I’ll try an experiment this evening. I want to find out how the beautiful people react to having a transient in their midst. Will they react like the tourists in Tintagel, or will they merely think I’m an eccentric and humor me? Stay tuned for a full report tomorrow.
© 2011 Ken Klug