I stepped from my new time machine to find it still snowing out, gravity seemed weaker, and also to realize that my machine was flawed. There were no dinosaurs, no dancing natives, and my workroom hadn’t changed a bit. I had changed, however. I was was much smaller – and younger!

Aha great – time doesn’t change but I do! Serious problems lay with this as I must take care not to extend trips to beyond my birth, and not too far into my projected twilight years, either. Since that maiden run, I have observed myself across the years and discovered one underlying and interesting feature. Although my antics change, and the people I hang with do too, part of me always stands aside and watches. That part of me has never changed, an impartial and detached watchful eye, and I wonder; is this the conduit connecting me with all of life on Earth – the Earth itself – to my Universe? I have noticed, when looking into other peoples’ eyes, a direct path to something far greater than the silly stuff coming from their mouths. I suppose we must deliberately gyrate our lives away in order partly to try and hide from this fact. It may be too scary for most.

So Smalltown is still here. Smothered in layers of quilted snowflakes it almost looks like an ice-age is in progress, but no. Today I can go outside and watch myself play as a child. I’m gonna plow a knee-deep path to my fort and throw the white stuff in the air and watch it sparkle down!