Thoughts..
In those rare, snatched moments one has to oneself, I consider how thoughts are like butterflies, flitting from bush to tree, like bees from flower to flower. Or perhaps like a spaghetti junction of criss-crossed, intertwining railway lines. A thought that starts off on one path and like a pebble hurtling down a hill, gathering both momentum and dust and other particles along the way, travels in a non-linear, zig-zagging direction until the destination is light-years away from its beginning...