Time to Think

.... grumble grumble.... It burst forth, after millions of years of light! After miles of travail and outer-landish relocation, and bugs in my beard, bottles in my throat, a winding canary mocking me from the ogre tree. But really now, really for the first time again, there is enough semblance of order to make merry on the page. And before forward motion is took, we must reflect. Like the Knight of the Mirrors now, Don Quixote must stand up for his reckoning and make less pillow talk.

                                                                    Tour: Day 1