The next day the little line left the picture that it had dreamed about; and then it discovered something new. Some how it didn’t need the flash and the pointed hat of the wizard. It was following its own life something new and suddenly it wanted to see where its own path would lead.
It grew and grew. Baby little steps, but they were pieces of the puzzle leading to a new creation of its own. And the line crept along getting stronger and more sure of its own place in the pattern. There still was a mystery of where its final destination would be, but the little line was happy and it waited for the next stitch; the next patch of color to emerge.
And it appeared…..