Dreams and fantasies from the past are rising around me. Dreams and fantasies I thought they were gone, ideas done with. I don’t know what’s inspired this renaissance, but it’s interesting and surprising. I have the time and energy to give the past full rein. This past is far enough behind me that there’s no chance of it becoming real. But there’s so much entertaining to think about. I’d say it was nostalgia, but I’ve no desire to go back in real life. I’ll let my imagination and writing to the time traveling. And there’s enough of interest in current real life to keep me focused.