The Next Big Thing

Maybe it is kayaking through the Anacapa Islets...

Perhaps it is pounding the Vivian Creek Trailhead, exhausted and desperate to reach the top...

It could be strolling the shores of the Virgin River in Zion...

But I can imagine a distant faraway place, vaguely familiar to the senses but disorienting to the mind.  A remote island, a mountaintop, a fired synapse, a place real or imagined or an unsettling combination of both.  It could be thousands of miles away or never further than the next neurotransmitter.

There is the next big thing, both real and physical.  And my mind can't help but wonder what it is, where it's at, how I can reach it, and what it will be like if in this life I can ever find it.