Then I had a week in which people from my long-ago world kept surfacing. In person, on social media; some were alive; some were not.
Emotions stirred, swirled, whirled.
I walked at night past an inner city shop – Dove and Lyre Fossils and Crystals. There was a dinosaur footprint sitting in the window.
A dinosaur footprint?
Really? Why were people just walking past, ignoring this? Shouldn’t there be museum-extravaganza-style queues?
A dinosaur footprint. Very very old.
I had a rare moment of connecting with Deep Time.
And created a picture.