Momentary drift into childhood inventiveness 120/365

Tree ornamentation makes my imagination run wild. As I stood there staring at the eyes, a slight breeze blowing through the branches making the leaves flap helped my mind see the talking trees in The Wizard of Oz. Helping to drive home the point that the tree was alive was the radio announcer's voice coming from a neighbor's house reminding listeners of an upcoming fair.

Not until another sound caught my attention did I snap back to reality and wonder how long I'd been standing there. I smiled and recalled the many hours spent daydreaming. How I wish I still had that incredible skill.