I can imagine storms that ceaselessly roll, unstoppable, devouring whole cities in cataclysm. I can imagine soft sunlight in the hills of eternal childhood, ever glowing in the embers of yesterday. I can imagine darkness deeper than black has ever been, foul and unyielding, a vacuum essence that no light may escape. I can imagine brightness in such a brilliance that leaves no room for shadow, eternal, a solid light that means only truth, not to dim the faintest tinge.... What I imagine I wonder if they ever were, or if I draw them from some source that is fantasy's plaything. What I imagine I can merely write and hope that some words strike some chord, and that what is in my thought echoes somewhere else, that another wonders as I have wondered, touches of the same fate.
