I stepped closer. I stepped further away.

I squinted.

There’s something here. This is not your standard, rusting, industrial trash-bin.

Look closer.

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.