mggieblue had wandered off to the tundra... it seemed she had walked weeks and miles, into the cold icy winds until she found her place. The moon was a crescent the way she felt hopeful. The sky had hues of Northern lights, she heard the pounding of the drums a faint memory in her cells reaching out the calm sustaining beat of life from before and into the distance. Does it reach to all time she wondered?....do they hear it? Her voice inside was quiet for once and thoughtful...a bit scared but why not? Life was scary, there were so many risks, planes, and death, ice, and heat, love and hate, bacteria and viruses....virtue and deceit...the stories endless and often well written , each of our stories once separate, now entwined and as one story we are but a small piece of a bigger one...so big we be but mere specks of thought, little chemical and electrical blips of connection....connecting the dots, spatters of the lights that flicker and swirl into the cold night air. Slowly they came...