“There was an old farm; held together by a handful of welcomed animals [humans included], many squatters [humans included], and rusty nails. On a typical day for this farm, it was known as home to all, and to a young boy this is also where he began his journey beyond home. It was a typical day to all but him.” 

Our lives and existence are perceptions to ponder. Wander this journey within the intricacy of simplicity; letting imagination befriend ordinary reality. 

“...drop of water...puddle...lake...ocean.”  .