Rejuvenated - back from the desert.

There were just 3 trees and nothing else. From horizon to horizon flat stony desert. No Mcdonalds. No tourists. Not even electrons - no internet.
Great spot.
Used to months of re-active thinking following prompts from the computer, my thoughts were at a loss. There was no command to obey, no sound, no diversion whatsoever. A complete otherness. It scrubs your brain.
Dog Rusty was lying down muzzle on a paw, his style when thinking deep. Far away a heat haze flimmered upwards. It deleted the horizon, made Heaven and Earth be one and Rusty grinned.
It took a while, then, clutter-free, my thoughts became their own again. They leafed through some pages of the life I’ve lived - and some not lived yet. They created doodles through no-mans-land. They did what kiddies do: they daydreamed. Useless, simple and happy. Had forgotten all about it.
I love the Stony Desert. It’s my head’s Recycle Bin.
(For those interested: have uploaded a short clip of it in the video section of my website. I called it ‘Three Trees Dreaming’).
Cheers - Klaus and Rusty