Where the Wind Blows

Do you know where you’re going? Maybe … or Maybe not … To a place composed of turquoise and fuchsia rainbows and humming birds? Ha! An opaque arc and wingless beauties--- Down a road layered with marshmallows and lined with hot cocoa pumping stations every .25 mile. No, wells that pumps out alkaline refreshments for the weak and thirsty. That’s it! I’ve got the answer – anywhere you want. And I say, anywhere you don’t!