What If

What if the trees were upside down and the clouds were on the ground was the first question I was asked this morning by the young boy.

As people, we seem to be hardwired to imagine the world with questions that have always been asked. No one really teaches to ask such questions – they seem to bloom from the very first spurts of imagination mixed with language.

And such were the questions that came forth today well before dawn. Perhaps it was because of the single digit temperatures that he found solace and distraction instead in imaginative thought.

When he finished, I carried on, accelerating the speed with each round. Dawn was just breaking around me.

After a circuit workout, I settled into my second cup of coffee and thoughts about upside down trees and cotton wool clouds.