Clutching a flashlight
Hiding in my blanket fort
Missing simpler times
Nothing lasts forever except the things that do. The creators may go, but their art lives on.
This week, we lost Stan Lee, Roy Clark, and William Goldman. Each dream weavers in their own right. My inner child wants to hide away with their creations, but I’m comforted in knowing that the joy they brought me can live on for many generations to come. Great power, and all that.