Gondwana

I think of distant Gondwanaland, its mighty glaciers and dark forests, its reefs and shoals and rolling dunes. I wish to return. To see the Glossopteris forests and once again feel the wind of the Tethys on my face, to gaze upon rivers teeming with labyrinthodonts and swim with dangerous ammonoids. to this strange lost place, its dragonflies the wingspan of an albatross, its tree trunks packed so thick a person could not squeeze between them, i can return in thought only, to a time before mammal and dinosaur alike, to a time when trilobites walked gingerly along the beast and the tully monster road the waves.