Where did they come from? The lions, I mean. The ones in yesterday's post. One minute I'm typing along, just trying to get something, anything down on screen, and an entire African afternoon pops into my head. I could almost smell the dust. I imagine it to smell something like a resin-scented afternoon in the chaparral but with more gnus.
It's almost one in the morning. My contacts are sticking to my eyeballs. This is probably not the time to muse about where ideas come from or how your mind can put together pictures of places you've never been. Does it help to have watched a lot of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom in my youth?
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