Night

The system is up. The program looks to be running as planned. But after running the basic tests and shifting his way through the first four parts something happens. A golden book is sitting on the shelf among the titles for bioperl. It shouldn't be there. It can't be there. But it is. He looks at it for several long seconds - a minute stretches by as he considers the book. Everything about it is all wrong for the setting - the shape, the texture and most importantly the color. All the other books are red, green and white. But this is golden - like the autumn sun setting over the hills.

Outside the darkness had replaced the grey light of spring-rain. He felt heavy and confused. The silence was long gone. Night was coming on, but the need to sleep was distant, almost non-existent. There was too much to be done before the next day - and yet, he saw himself power down the machine and head downstairs. Something needed his attention. But somehow his mind kept wandering to a city far away, not yet visited but still a part of his memory.

And then he remembers.

...and he said But only one who does the search can find

First - and some

It was a silent Sunday in April. He remembered it well, even if it was almost 25 years ago. He had been sitting at the computer back in what was then known as Norway, and surfed lazily around for information and entertainment, not really looking for anything, not really bothering with thinking.
And the screen flickers as the program is compiled - and he snaps out of his dreamy state to focus once again on the task at hand. The program is almost finished, but still needs some tuning and adjustments before it can be handed off to the client, next week if all continues according to "schedule".

A white van drives slowly through the rainy street, then it turns around and speeds up - going back to the house it came from. Maybe the driver forgot something, maybe the passenger needed to make a stop before they went away. He muses on the possibilities as his head is slowly adjusting itself to being awake rather than just standing up. Last night was a distant, but overall pleasant, memory. Food, friends and no fights. First one, then suddenly two crows work their way across the hillside - heading into the valley, perhaps for shelter or simply to fly.

AS he clicks, everything goes black.

...and he said There really is a way

Pre-greetings

Hopefully this short note will be hidden in a couple of days - as the world turns to 4-4-4 and a new chapter begins. Meanwhile, stick with the basics in Norse thoughts.

Until then, your guide the sparrow will fly on

...and he said Welcome to a new world, or just another day