Somewhere at the edge of dreams, at the edge of night and day, a golden hare races through the dappled flowers and grass. Chasing the shadows between sun and moon he runs over the mountains curving paths at the very edge of our awareness, trailing stars in his wake.
The long dark fingers and shadows of night reach for his golden fur, and he runs onwards, towards dawn. He beckons us and dares us to follow his wild path, far from the known world, along the edges of our dreams. He shows us how to trust our deepest instincts when we don’t understand the world around us, when we’re reaching for something new. Will you follow?