an evening's dream

Sometime between 1 in the morning
an 3 I had a dream, I was flying
a small plane. I can not tell you how
real it seemed. The best part is I took
myself to a city that was full of architecture,
art, street side operas, classical concerts...
it was the city of my dreams. Honestly I wish
you could have seen what my dream had allowed me to see.

For the few people that know me well, yesterday was not a
good day full of disappointment and revelations, but from very
early this morning I knew things would be different. Sophie
spent the whole night by my side, I realized that we have the same
movement patterns......I also realized that like Jacob before her
she has quickly become my true companion. At 4:30 am
we moved from the couch to the bed were their must have been at-least
a dozen birds singing..........it was truly lovely I believe they were
singing, " it is spring a new day, a new life fa-lal-la-la!
I am lucky for the lovely dream, friend and song.