While it is a truism that nothing we can imagine is out of reach or impossible to reach for it is also true that we sometimes forget to reach beyond what is within our grasp. This is a place where I am at the moment resting comfortably in a mindset that allows for me to reach so far and not beyond that set controlled by the limits that are in degrees adjusted. I feel wrapped in a tight bundle ready to pop open and burst for a moment and then completely at ease with not being out there in the wilds. I wonder at times how I have become so complacent and so easy with what unfolds around me. Yet they are of my own making. My mind turns with age and responsibilities and I long for the time when I can kick off the shoes and just feel the sand between my toes. I do so wish to rest a deep slumber but I rarely get to sleep or to slumber even though I doze off in wonder and find traces of the webs that I once weaved. I am silent on the outside but there is a silent dialogue on the inside that rattles and prattles about endlessly. I think about writing it all down and it comes out in gibberish and wild strokes of the pen. Am I real or is this a Memorex moment you will need to decide.