As I wake up thoughts and ideas make their way to a new day. They are dynamic but polite. No honking or hooting. They exchange greetings and find bond weaving their way through memories and future actions.
When the mind wanders, it errs: It goes astray and on its way it stumbles on mistakes. Or are they mistakes? Could they be mischievous insights that could kindle and sustain imagination? How? By looking at them from a different perspective. Turning them upside down and inside out.