When I was a little girl one of my favorite past times was sky-gazing.
I'd lay on a nice,soft,grassy bank and close my eyes for a moment,feel the breeze across my face and try to guess what scent it had brought my way.
Mmm,the sweet honeysuckle that grew in my neighborhood.
I'd open my eyes and watch the clouds drift by.
Oh that one looks like a unicorn!
There's a wizard,and a castle!
I'd imagine the wizard swooping down on the unicorn through the clouds,and taking me away to the castle where I'd see such beauty and magick.
I truly believed the world was whatever I made it to be.
Then soon the sky would grow dark and home I'd go.
Years passed...
Now it seems the world is doing the gazing,making me out to be whatever it is they see.
I see her this way.
I see her that way.
Where'd my castle go?