23.
I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers,
Consulting with the rain;
And my head I'd be a scratchin'
While my thoughts are busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
A train which Sam and Delia have come to be on continues on its travels heading to who knows where and on past places and beings best left unquestioned. One sight to behold is of a city apparently floating on a rock in the sky, not just any city at that but what appears to be an Emerald City. This can't be right, right? Oh, but it is and at that, something akin to The Great Wall of China is what appears to connect the actual ground with this City.
Either side of that floating city are rising rock faces of what appears to be icy blue and green crystal. Beyond those rising rock faces and beyond that floating city are what definitely look like two moons, two moons so large in the daytime sky that it would appear that if one were standing atop of one of those rising rock faces then said person could reach out from the precipice and almost touch those moons.
Sitting on a train looking as such a sight, one, or two, as Sam and Delia are, can imagine as long as they like what it would be like to be standing so high up and reaching out and feeling so close to those moons that they could almost connect with a stellar body or two except for Sam and Delia won't have to imagine, not for long anyhow.
One second, they are on a train facing one another and marveling at the view outside and the next second they are standing atop od the left rising rockface as they would have seen it from the train. How the heck this this happen? They turn to see a train moving off into the distance as if they had not been on such a thing at all. The view however ... is one they could never previously have imagined ever seeing. An amazing sight it is would be a serious understatement.
They do reach out to the moon closet to them and of course with it being a body such as it is and no matter how near it seems to be, it is actually much to far away to simply reach out and touch, but in a position such as this, reaching out cannot be helped.
The follow the yellow brick road sing along they had on a night out during the run up to their wedding can't help but be thought about right now too, for they more than seem to be standing on such a thing.
Follow the yellow brick road ... huh? Sure, what else would you be doing in a place like this? Had such a moment like this been foretold? Would these bricks bring them to that Emerald City? Only one way to find out.
This road, this part of a journey may not see a straw scarecrow, a rusted tin man, or a cowardly lion though that does not mean there do not exist, but then again. ... This world indeed is quite the place as too is the destination reached at the end of that yellow brick road. Have they indeed reached the entrance to an emerald city?
There is a large green cast iron panel before them ... a possible entrance into this ... Emerald City. If that what they have come to is then how do they get past it. There is no apparent buzzer to press, no nob to turn, no iron lock to pull open and nowhere to insert a potential key. There is however a circular iron knocker with what appears to be a door hole viewer only a matter of inches above it.
'Nah ...' Sam says looking at his lovely wife. 'It cannot be ...'
While it may not be the exact entrance to Oz as it is portrayed in the movie, it is quite obvious to Sam where the influence for it came. Yeah, a book came first though the movie was certainly something ahead of its time. Delia wastes little time and goes right ahead with knocking that knocker.
Time continues not to be wasted for almost immediately, the door hole viewer opens and out pops the head and upper body of a man who specks loud and clear and as if he is more than a little annoyed. 'Please state your business here ...'
Sam and Delia look at one another as if to consider a possible response they could give. 'We have no business ...' Sam simply says. 'We are on out honeymoon you see and ...'
'Oh, it's the two of you, why didn't you say so?' interrupts the man in the door. 'On a honeymoon hey? Come right on in please ...'
This fellow disappears back behind the door and the viewer closes over before the whole thing opens up. The newlyweds enter and are instructed to climb abord a horse drawn carriage.
'That horse doesn't change colour by any chance?' Sam inquires with a laugh, and this makes Delia smile.
'Change colour? No, no, don't be daft' says the man who had greeted them at the door as he now takes the reigns, gives them a gentle flick and off the carriage goes on into motion.
'If there is a Wicked Witch to be seen then I'm going home ...' Delia says half in jest and half expectancy to see a smoke sign spell out her name in the sky.
'Oh, I do hope you two do not choose that option ...'
'What option?' asks Sam.
'The option to go home of course. You do know that we are all depending on you ...'
Now Sam really is confused, Delia a little less so. Their companion continues to speak.
'It is in your right of course, you both can stay of course, or you both can go home and leave us at the mercy of ...'
'Mercy of what?' asks Delia but the man they are in the company of speaks no more.
And just like that, Samuel and Delia are back on the train heading off to who knows where. Sitting once more face to face, they both have become consume by quietness. Both consider as to which one of them should speak first and as to what either of them might say. Before either of them can say anything at all, a person wearing a Knight's suit of armor walks clink clacking away down the train's aisle-way and right on past them.
This must be some sort of dream. It is all so strange and weird that it must be coming from some kind of dream. As far a dreams do go, this one feels quite real. Minutes pass and the train comes to a halt and the shouts of last stop are acknowledged.
