Sol's Random Stories

Darrel Johann, tennis trainer by day, astrophysics student every other waking hour, bides his time, enduring an impossible schedule with little room left for any life. Yet, his studies take him to the edges of existance, and playing around with persistant mystery is what others call research- but he loves every puzzling second of it.  Finding himself embedded in a transparent fabric of universe that presents a sacred geometry of purpose, Johann stares deeply into the stars most nights, drawing out his own personal constellations of inquiry, creating his own conundrums of myth. Johann teaches tennis, a sport of angles, and velocity checked by distance, inertia and reaction. Plus, precise timing by the eye's call, which gives him an inner chuckle, since scientist Johann knows there's really no time at all.

But, there is lots of speculation. Some say Miss Keys the cat found God, praising Hallelujah! with abandon. Others surmise she is guilty of something, surrendered to you in full cuteness as her only defense. Still others guess she must've seen too many Bruce Lee movies, her striking pose ready to one-inch punch some mousy assailant.  Her dad Harold just chuckles every time and says, "It's that damn catnip!" But this feline dancer knows they're all off the mark, none of their theories have a clue. So easy to overthink anything, but what's a girl to do? When you're that disco diva throwing your paws in the air, like you just don't care!