Hasn't it been woefully quiet
in these parts of late?
Where have the stories disappeared
and the poems vanished
leaving behind an empty slate?
But mischief is brewing quietly
simmering just beneath the calm facade
Until the time arrives, and we uncover the cauldron
then the fireworks will explode
above the marching bands and the carnival floats
and there will be pink elephants on parade ...
So the Dream Pedlar has been working hard behind the scenes on a little something that will be announced next week. This is a prelude to that announcement. An announcement ahead of another announcement.
It will be something shiny and magic-ky, a bit new, a bit reminiscent of the days gone by, inspired by lessons learnt from many things old and in the past.
You will come back again to visit me, won't you?