Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Sweet Dreams, and Wishful Thinking (365)

I had a dream last night that I was back home in the Valley. It was mid-fall, and the mountains were bursting with color. It was an incredible dream, the yellows, oranges, reds, and greens were wildly vivid, I could feel the light nip in the air, and I felt completely at peace. Then I woke up still in Georgia, 89 degrees, and humid as hell. Sweet dreams and wishful thinking.

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