The Wandering Fool

Even the wandering fool knows that a wander, a good wander is a flight into pure fiction. A dance in the head that starts with your feet and dances you across the city and through your mind into those places no one has ever been to yet. A good wander happens on those days and nights when your mind is open and extra energy surrounds your soul. The wandering fool, burning off a little extra energy with a load of extra thoughts and quick step across the city. The wandering fool wandered backwards yesterday; carried along with the company of graying old friends he'd never met; the wandering fool wandered straight through his almost forgotten history, back to school, back to see old friend with funny smelling smoke and great big noises that makes your fists pump, your belly wiggle and your back almost break off bending itself backwards.

The giant bird played the soundtrack to this particular wander. An ancient giant bird, singing the songs you had forgot that you'd ever forgot about. Old songs that rang in the wandering fools ears a million years ago while he wandered with the fresh faced fools who made his life and pointed him the direction that allowed him to wander in the first place to the place he finds himself now; the greatest of great places. The wandering fool played with his old friends as the ancient bird sang; fiction on their faces as they pumped their fists and sang along... old memories becoming as familiar as the day you first sang that old song... bliss.

Like most things, not all things, a good wander always comes to an end. The end of a good wander ends at exactly the place it suposed to. Across the city, or in the Garden, or at your doorstep. The good wander, as any wandering fool will tell you, ends with a smile, a shake of the head and quite often a good night sleep; a better sleep although better isn't quite the word that best describes that ultimate feeling of balance... The wandering fool will tell; a good wander... A wander past my history, through the gates of the Garden, into the darkness and around the bottom story of a great new house he has now just laid the first stones towards construction. Hey Ho to old friends, good to have seen you all, now good night... and we'll see you again next time I have a good wander.

Oh, and next time I do have this next good wander, I might just bring a new, the newest of new good friends, wink