The Universe of Infinite Possibilities

"Mia, what iz yers sinking?" Consuela asks as she polishes her grill.  I continue to stare out into the parkette hoping that inspiration will hit.

It's an unusually quiet day.  There's hardly any customers, and so Consuela has taken this opportunity to chat with me.

Except, I don't feel like chatting at the moment.

"Mia!" she hollers at me as she rinses out one of her grill brushes in a bucket of soapy water to the right of the Taco Stand.

"Wha-at?" I moan back as I lay on the grass covering my eyes with one of my arms.

"What iz yers sinking.  Yers is berry quiets today." She says as she readjusts her apron and plunks down beside me.

"I'm just...thinking...." I say as I play with the blades of grass in hopes that perhaps they'll offer me some new direction.

"Yers iz a goods writer, Mia" Consuela says as she stands to attend to a customer.  I look around the parkette.  It has a vacancy in its atmosphere since the twins are no longer visitors. 

My mind wanders for a moment and I start to think about what would happen if I was able to help out the twins more.  What would that mean?  Would there have been some sort of universal ripple effect involved?

"Argh!?!?" I say as I waive goodbye to Consuela and head back towards home. 

In the universe of infinite possibilities it can seem quite impossible to narrow in on just one...

...and maybe, that in itself, is the problem that needs to be solved.