Wandering

Wandering I go forth into that great unknown, where tapestries of interwoven colours seek to both startle and amaze, giving breath to new horizons, dark crevices and treacherous slopes. Wandering, I take a step. Is it precarious? meaningless? You can never quite tell but it distorts those colours, fashioning them into the perfect vision, a killer of words, a real show-stopper. I wander and I think, I think and I learn and as I learn I grow.
 
Another shade for that marble arch.