Shhhh, quiet time is now.

Little pings pop up in the radar of my mind.  They whisper softly to me.  Sweet words that attract my attention like flies to honey.  Or something that likes sweet things to something sweet.  These little pings coalesce and grow and crystallize and shine brighter as I peer into them, focusing them, directing them.   Paths to be taken.  Paths in the darkness.  Soon... very soon, streets will form.  Their cris-crossing veins will flood life into the world.  Ponderments abound.