WONDERLAND

I still have dreamlike memory of seeing gondolas over Seattle. It’s been my wish for a long time that there will be a string of them going up and down Sehome Hill. Imagine the views of the trees and rooftops and the bay. Windmills turn on the water’s edge. We’re up where the ravens see the world. Out the window, the other way, you can see the distant snowcapped mountains. Why can’t the future be a wonderland? If we can picture it, it’s real somewhere.