etch_a_sketch_scenery pushpins I walked on jagged lines upon the fallen pine, the etch-a-sketch scenery was scratchy and black against the smooth night sky, interrupted by rhinestone stars. They twinkled like windchimes sing. I stood on a rickety dock that wobbled like an old man who lost his cane. Water moved silently gliding below its own surface keeping its secret depths shifting endlessly. I saw a shooting star tumble down the blue wallpaper searching for a place to die out, and I wished for you that you could keep this beauty in an etch-a-sketch in your pocket to share with others to share the wonders. ~~~~~~~ thanks to farmfish for slipping me the idea of beauty in ones pocket. 020727 ... phil today 020729 what's it to you? who go blather from