Every now and again, one comes across a fellow dreamer. Whose spirit and genuine lust for all things small and overlooked make them a prime candidate for a recharge when one’s own dreaming batteries have been depleated.
I have found such a person in the proverbial haystack,
and I highly doubt they will be the last I come across.
None the less, I thank you, in my own little way. I hope our paths cross again soon, but if not I know you are out there somewhere dreaming, and enchanting, and that makes me happy to be alive in these strange days.