Sun Reflection

James sat on the edge of the bridge; very unbusiness like, with his jacket on the railing, his tie loosened, his briefcase tumbled in the grass somewhere.

Watching the sunset hightlight the building bought too much pleasure to bother with convention.

His building. His design. His vision.

Watching The World

From up here puppy can see the world.

Not my best pose

But then as long as I'm close to my people, I don't care.

Colours

Why write words to this.

I can't compete.

Bridge

Rat's eye view

His first connection with Dooke sent Joshuah crashing to the ground. Standing in the middle of the barren training ground but seeing the grass and clover from underneath shut down his brain and his legs.

The other novice mages laughed, pointed, called him names. But as he stood again, slowly coping with two visions, he recognised the difference in the faces of the others between a real connection and a pretence.

Only one other novice wore the look of connection. They smiled at each other and bore the brunt of the abuse.

later that night Joshuah found himself taken by the black mages to another part of the monastery. His only other companion was Dooke, the other novice and his rat.

End of Day

Joshuah loved the end of the day, when the heat of the day seeped away, when the noises of the day started to lessen, when the demands on his attentions gave way to prayer and meditation.

What he did miss was being able to watch the twin suns set, with his oen eyesight.