I stepped closer. I stepped further away.
There’s something here. This is not your standard, rusting, industrial trash-bin.
Ahhh. There it is.
It’s a shoreline.
A scorched shoreline at the edge of a prehistoric desert.
As my imagination flickered and spun, I could see it closer.
I could see the foam washing up against the red stone shore.
I could see the ocean water darken as the ocean floor falls deeper.
I could even see the pelicans swooping down, nose diving for their morning catch.
A wandering imagination is the back door to new worlds.
Go ahead and open it.