time-travel

Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

Spring time is a time for new adventure.

Intense sunlight rained down on a half-submerged city. Waves crashed between buildings that stood like waterlogged tombstones. Skyscrapers of smashed glass and twisted rusting metal jutted from the churning swell as islands of broken dreams. A familiar tower with a familiar clock face_Big Ben. London stared back at Blue. What was left of it. A sea-drowned cemetery for a time and a place long dead.

BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.

The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.

I am not a hero. Heroes do not cheat.

If I say that you are mine, then I am yours.

Hold fast to your faith.Keep your hope in the Lord.Embrace the love of God.

Shadowed beneath his brow bone were cold dark eyes containing secrets and sadness, bitterness and grief.

Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.

We're three women from two different centuries, trying to save the world from oblivion. I don't know about you, but that's way above my pay grade.

I__ a reporter,_ Rachel said. __ write about the arts, festivals, new projects in the city. What I__ not is some kind of psychic astral traveler! How did I get here? Planning a trip to another dimension?

This was too much for him to handle. It was like watching memories of his life play out from a different camera angle, sometimes with new scenes added. He was living DVD extras.

The past is as easy to travel into as turning the pages of a book...

There is a lot I could have anticipated but I live in present & there is no anticipation to it, I wish I had a time machine

We can do nothing on our own except by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Grateful moments, blessed time.

I will work while I can.