What do you do when the well is running low, and filling slow? Do you look up, down, and all around? Do you turn fantasy into reality? Will it ever fill again? Flowing, coursing turning streams into rivers, and rivers into seas. Or will it merely trickle barely flowing, stagnate like a mud puddle? I’m waiting for a good rain. A down pour, bringing on a flood. To fill the well making it overflow.

– Jamie Whorton ©