It starts off as a little thread.in.your.head. A thought that you dismiss but which, without permission, somehow starts to grow. You find yourself thinking about it as you pull your shoes on for a run or take the rubbish out or as you exhale into that soft, drifting place.of.possibility between awake and somewhere-else.
Squeeze it tight. Your planet.and.the.stars.idea. Hold it close.
The moment is coming.
