There are always things brewing inside my head.
While I am visiting the break room at work for a cup of tea, I’m also having a conversation with a wizard. When I walk up and down the aisles of the supermarket, I am also contemplating the ways dragons might travel between worlds. Waiting in the pick-up line at school? No…I’m building an castle wrought by ancient magics on a distant mountaintop.
It is amazing to me that these thoughts, these preoccupying visions, do not pop out of my eyeballs, revealing themselves to everyone I speak to during the course of the day. How can they not know the wonders that are going on in my imagination, just by looking in my eyes?
It makes me wonder what all the people around me, the people who maybe aren’t storytellers, having brewing inside their own heads.