ELSEWHEN, ELSEWHERE, GOD IS FULL OF TRICKS.................
Transition As I stepped from my car on a snowy cold night, there was a moment different, In reflex I closed my eyes, bewildered, I kept them closed, yet all my senses rang, Like a chorus of church bells a wave of feelings new and strange washed over me, Cold it was not, fresh and salty the air, there was a scent of flowers, and cries of birds, Warm was I even though it seemed all my clothing vanished, and I was seem to be on sand, Ever so slowly I opened my eyes and the whole world was awash in... Sign in to see full entry.