Imagination and its power to make my heart glow, ending for a short instant, a few minutes, maybe an hour, all of the troubles and horrible hooey that plagues me without it:
Closing my eyes and dreaming of a cozy little tavern with a fire burning on the hearth. The locals play some music with a nice beat and a step. Other travelers come to lose their worries in a bottle of mead. But really, I could care less of my surroundings, for I am looking straight in front of me always. My heart soars like never before. I smile and laugh as I dance the night away with most pleasant company. All I hope is that very fire on the hearth burns the image in my mind, so I might be able to revisit that tale yet again on another warm night.