Space, space, time and a place. My self expression is rusty; my method full of holes.
How do you catch a thought cloud?
My profound views on the workings of the universe gather in wisps; shaped by events and my mental landscape, rising slopes of sunny days and dark valleys of snide remarks. A perfect view floats above me; my thoughts, coalesced, condensed; then it sails away, serene, uncaught.