Squirrels on End Island

At the point where dreams become memories, intentions become notches on an accomplishment stick and our many priorities melt into the few things that matter on this Earth, there is an unsuspected place. Few have heard of it or even think of visiting but all eventually end up passing through just as surprised as you are to be reading this like children when startled by scampering squirrels. Except what they don't realize is that the squirrel was always there, just waiting, watching them, until the time was right to flirt in fancy for a moment before vanishing. Thus, is the way of End Island.


To be continued...