Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Infinite impossibilities , they call this place, where every second’s redone at the ticking of every person’s personal choice and clock, all time expanding infinitely, impossibly.

Beach balls volley over Olympic nets while ancient buildings stare and unprepared turns into sudden hope and certainty. We all run further than we think.

If they open the gates of history, open the stage to tomorrow, stand among echoes of sorrow and cry out for joy, they’re feeling Olympic.

Feeling Olympic, running the marathon’s trail, riding high on the wind and if it rains, we’ll run again; feeling Olympian, never gives up. Ride on.

Feeling Olympic, rushed and pushed, and furiously blue, but colored rings ignite a flame that’s more than you, than them, than they. Possibilities bloom Olympian.

Got a football team of youth and age while in-betweens recover from the season. This Olympic stage perhaps is well-designed for coming, going, rising again.