Transition

Indeed, was there not plenty to smile about? On the eve of Christmas Eve, Pilot had frequently felt this kind of excitement and bubbling joy inside. This time however, was different. Pilot knew this year was his own ‘tipping point’ of his own transition, that long drawn-out affair of decades past when he had so often chaffed at his own progress, had transitioned to something more fun, in ’21.

And then SILENCE

And then SILENCE. All about was a golden orb glistening odd somehow as there was only a sense of up. Pilot could sense UP was still UP. Other than that, and he was not absolutely certain. He could detect a certain deformity in the horizontal axis left and right, in that things were not alwaysContinue reading “And then SILENCE”