Imagine a million stars swriling together, a galactic soup that is too distant for you to slurp up. Imagine the winds of a thousand dances, not forming a twister, but rather a generator of whimsy.
I had made this draft many years ago and then I put it away. When I decided to work on it some more, I was quite pleased with the result. Here is my progress thus far on Whimsy.
Photo by Evan Leeson on Flickr