blue surrounds red

The morning drive was beautiful in an icelandic way. The look of service in the eyes of the young. The polarised blood of my arms piped across red stabilising blue. Thought began as emotion shuddered off the windscreen. Yellow and purple lending structure and direction. All the space accelerated and gathered then given away as reverse requires a pause and grey begins again.

Better than this.

Greetings gentle souls. When democracy dies a new way is desired for the future of those with free will to cherish the rainfall of freedom amongst our rippling valleys of grace. Staring at the steers of power and youth imbibing our statehood in the desert of leaders. Where is inductive thinking and the leaping for the unknown that shrouds our lives under the petals of a dawn doused bloom.