The Blue Knight brought his precious burden of Kindness, in an eye dropper bottle, to the concrete banks of the reservoir, wherein all the important stuff was stored. He intended to drop in one drip of the stuff, by squeezing gently on the plastic, which makes it easy to control, so that it might diffuse and deliver to each partaker, in sickness and in health, in happiness and when your team loses. For richer and richer, till time doth part its ways.
He was in hope that this administration would oil the waters and prevent things that weren’t as good as other things.
As he stood there and watched the overlapping waves of importance, he could visualise its constituent parts. In the Reservoir came,
The excitement of your first pair of shoes, feelings of disbelief, a sense of belonging, four corner flags, three French hens, two turtles above. At the edges, the beginners clung to the railings, whilst the professionals all spun backwards swiftly. Shoals of creatures switched direction to avoid the predators, and in the shallows, mudfish evolved. Deep under the thermocline, the slumbering giant social infrastructures breathed deeply. Around them, pecking at the debris, the scavenging underclasses went unnoticed and unnoticed.
On a raft, toes dangling in the water, small crowds of children pretended. Also in the Reservoir, adrenalin junkies looking for the deep end and retired croc wranglers searching for the quiet life. Two moons circling another planet, five gold rings, the impression that you’ve seen her before and a piece of music that makes you feel that everything is going to be ok.
In the troughs of the wavelets gathered lost photons looking for an outlet, and tremendous lines of aging in the wake of a passing ship.
The Blue Knight took a rowboat out on the reservoir. He was now unsure that this was the best place to introduce his precious cargo and intended to consult the Lady of the Reservoir.
At the very centre of the water, or there abouts, where the circling winds lay still to rest, he summoned her, and she came. Rising down into the correct place, with her hand maidens and courtiers all wet through. When they had been dry below the surface. Her hair was blue and her skin was blue, her teeth were blue also.
Where shall I administer my Kindness essence for the most effication? Asked the Blue Knight. The waters here by are so complex that I am affeered that I may require a redesigned outfit, with air tanks and flippers attached.
I think that you might consign a drop to each wind, in a spray form preferably, advised the Woman of the Reservoir. Perhaps a drop or two in each would suffice to calm the waters of our troubled hearts. The Prevailing Wind, A Cold Wind, Sea Breezes and The Trade Winds should be consulted before application.
How can I call upon the winds to engage their attention? Surely they are busy blowing in various locations far and far, asked the Blue Knight.
Each wind has its office and official spokesperson, send an request for audience and a reply should be coming within thirteen days. That’s working days, not to include weekends, bank holidays, Saints days, world heritage sites or days off by the seaside. An Email of confirmation may be sent, or not, to arrange an interview at their convenience.
Of course, said the BK, I should have known, send me their email addresses and I shall begin the process. He sat at his laptop.
Dear Prevailing wind,
The Guardians of the Cave 