To finally arrive at The Gate, yet find it locked.
Should I have waited, or should I have knocked?
Wait a minute.
Not doing that anymore. I've written enough.
For here. Not for there, but all that ever was, is, will be is already there.
Can't wait to get back to the garden, the shore, the courtyard, the verandah, the library, the fireplace with the crane and kettle, the fire pit, and the billions of flavours of the best tays. . .with real, fresh, unpasteurised CREAM!
No, longpiglet rotisserie is NOT on the menu.
Oh well.
Suin, sae suin!
For the world is at The Gate.
