staff meeting

I listen to their thoughts. They flow like a rapid, rushing in the spring thaw.

Idea. Idea. Idea. Idea.

Action. Result. Action. Result.

I am slower. Like some big river nearing its end in a vast sea, ocean.

My thoughts come still, but they are surrounded by precaution, the things that will stop the dreams from being real.

I listen to them. They are young. So bright. So filled with energy.

I am feeling old this day. 

The dreams are still there. I am supposed to "manage" them.

That means, I think, letting the thoughts flow to conclusion.

My addition is to point out the deep water, the monsters there.

Let them speed in the rapids.

But watch for the really big swell, the riptide that waits in the big waters.

I am amazed by them.

I see tomorrow in them.

It is strong. It's real and it's not waiting much longer.