tales for dreamers: destinations wrongly numbered

You can go to destinations 2 or 3 but there’s no indication of what you’ll find there. The signpost is not very enlightening.

It’s not very trustworthy either for that matter. 

It tends to twirl with the slightest breeze. Sometimes it allows the numbers to shape-shift. 

On occasion, it sprouts additional boards with different numbers on them, the numbers are sometimes duplicated too,

so you’d find nineteen different boards hanging from the pole,

five of them bearing the number 2 and pointing towards the east, north, southwest, southeast, and one even pointing upwards.

Which makes you look up at the sky and wonder if the signpost really intended for you to head that way,

and how are you supposed to get there in the first place,

and even if you set out towards that destination somehow, what would you even find there?

Sometimes a lighthouse appears at the top of the signpost, wrapped in what looks like a large upper-case C. It bears no light within. It looks pretty though, whimsical, in this place by the shore of a lake so vast you could imagine it’s the ocean.

You turn around, suddenly remembering what it was that brought you on this waterfront trail in the first place.

The waves lap against a rocky shore, and the blue water stretches all the way to the horizon. All you had wanted to do was put yourself in close proximity to this place of beauty.

Now that you’re here, you do indeed feel quite content at last, even if you know that feeling will dissipate the moment you head back home.

You turn back again, only to find that the signpost has vanished.

Perhaps this is what it had been trying to tell you. That if you can’t find contentment here, you’d likely not find it anywhere else either.

Last week's image info: These 'bleeding hearts' were in full bloom last June in my front yard! They are beginning to slower once more, thanks to the generous rains of this spring season!