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non-peer-reviewed, A boundary is a real line that marks the limit or containment of something, place or space. A boundary is not necessarily a physical entity. Shannon has both types of boundaries, physical and mental. The physical is in the form of routes and pathways; they can prove to be long and convoluted. The mental boundaries can be more difficult to discover, and therefore more difficult to overcome. Still. Nothing moves. A gap through and noise. A car passes. A child walks by. Still. The path curves around to a slow stop. A car can be heard, but not seen. Black and white, I cross the road. Moving towards the noise, slowly ascending up, across. A rapid descent, the path veering to the right. Still. The cars are gone now, their sound replaced by wind. Movement, caused by wind. No people to be seen. The only sound is the wind. A gap emerges, the wind louder. Black and white, then grey. The leaves whistle nearby. Bang! A car door is shut. Someone passes by, but does not acknowledge me. A drop. Then another. Rainfall. The noise of the wind tries to compete, the rain louder. Still. The rain is gone.

non-peer-reviewed, A boundary is a real line that marks the limit or containment of something, place or space. A boundary is not necessarily a physical entity. Shannon has both types of boundaries, physical and mental. The physical is in the form of routes and pathways; they can prove to be long and convoluted. The mental boundaries can be more difficult to discover, and therefore more difficult to overcome. Still. Nothing moves. A gap through and noise. A car passes. A child walks by. Still. The path curves around to a slow stop. A car can be heard, but not seen. Black and white, I cross the road. Moving towards the noise, slowly ascending up, across. A rapid descent, the path veering to the right. Still. The cars are gone now, their sound replaced by wind. Movement, caused by wind. No people to be seen. The only sound is the wind. A gap emerges, the wind louder. Black and white, then grey. The leaves whistle nearby. Bang! A car door is shut. Someone passes by, but does not acknowledge me. A drop. Then another. Rainfall. The noise of the wind tries to compete, the rain louder. Still. The rain is gone.