The other day I was out walking along the quiet back road near the office when suddenly I perceived a strange - and unsettling - spectral vision. Without any warning the familiar, mundane scenery before me - the narrow sidewalk in the shadow of the trees, the freeway overpass ahead, and the hospital to which it led - disappeared, replaced by a long column of soldiers, fearsomely armed and armored in medieval fashion. They were so numerous I could not see where the column began or where it ended. All a-bristle with polearms, swords and banners, some mounted on horses and others leading pack animals, they marched in ominous silence toward their unknown destination against a red sky.
DRY LEAVES AND BLADES OF GRASS CAN BE BETTER THAN INK BLOTS