I traveled by train the other day. Swooped by fields and forests and finally arrived in the city. While walking home the evening light was still lit and the slight undercurrent of warmer air made its way around the street corners.

Experience is the best teacher, by far. You know, ever since I was young I knew that if you look both ways when you cross the street, you’ll see a lot more than just traffic… C’est aussi bien de regarder au ciel.

We all have our time machines. Some take us back; they’re called memories. Some shoot us forward; they’re called dreams. Well… time is the stream I go a-fishin’ in.