We walk slowly in the shade. We walk fast from shade to shade. The dog dictates when we stop, and that is often. When we stopped for a moment I looked down to see a black feather which I picked up for my cap. As I placed it a voice boomed, "Give me a place to stand and I can move the world!" The dense shade revealed a house by the river tucked amongst the trees. No one revealed themselves but for the metaphor uttered from the comfortable darkness. Need I say more?
Make a stand. Move the World.