I decided one day to send out a note 'To each his own', I wrote not expecting much of anything but what I got back surprised me a person writing of strange things
They wrote: 'Do you remember laughing out loud snatching raindrops from the clouds or looking deep in someone's eyes and thinking back of time gone by'
I couldn't believe the audacity of someone I had never before seen but with what I read, someone, somewhere had struck a chord with me but I likened it to a flood which sweeps in, and washes away sent out a clear note of intent first thing the next day
'To each his own', I wrote but tell me an ordinary joke or a harmless, everyday quote someone anyone would say to carry on from day to day
But what I got back was the same thing: 'Do you dance in dreams of moonbeams? Lift your eyes up to the sky and count the stars until midnight'
I couldn't even think of such things angels, stars and moonbeams I then decided to end these notes 'To each his own', I joked
I then tended to my ordinary strife a status quo man in a status quo life when someone began to stir within me of things long ago buried
I then suddenly laughed out loud an almost forgotten sound I went outside and counted the stars stretching across and wide so far I then swore I could see moonbeams and even tried to catch the rain
I wrote my friend the very next day the world opened to me in a new way The response was simple as 1-2-3 'To each his own! ' they wrote back to me
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