Part 1- To Write a Tale
**Prologue **
The blank page sprawls out before me in its bleak whiteness, I smile, I look away. The possibilities I can nearly touch that unfurl just beyond my window pane. I take a long ragged sigh and retrieve my pen from the desk, twirl it between my cracked ink-stained fingertips. Writing has dried up the well within me, the loneliness in my life evaporates the mind. And then I see the picture on my desk, framed with silver swirls and brightly colored metal wildflowers. The smiling faces that gleam back at me from within the glossy glass remind me of a time lost with age and people that brought the sunlight with them. Their round smiles bring me thoughts of school days when worldly pursuits were not quite at our doorsteps and the vibrant possibilities of our dreams seemed all too possible. The friends of my youth live adventures in my mind, the letters I receive are fruit for a lively imagination. I begin.
Chapter One - A Strength of Understanding.
