Evening fell silently on the high mountain mesa. A crackling fire laid at Dan’s feet, warmed the cool evening air lowing in from the north. Damper Dan had setup camp close to the creek. The babbling of cold water splashing on rocks was soothing to Dan,and soon his mind was drifting off to dreams. Weightlessly in his dreams he wondered why he could be, from day to day so many blessed places on this earth. Was it shape shifting, time warp, black hole, UFO travel? No, its in the mind, the internal flame of the unconscious, the minds eye, the inner third….ooops he was just in two places at once…eye. Dan felt reverently satisfied that he could be somewhere or somewhere else, just by being there. The cool wind blew, the fire crackled, the stream babbled, and Dan remained for a good nights sleep.
