Wings a beautiful bounty of feathers at the blades of my shoulders. The wing passing through my hair. Maneuvering around clouds fluffy like giant cotton balls. Banking to the left avoiding a head on beak collision. Gracefully picking up speed from a nice cool air current. The land beneath me looking like that of a doll house, the lakes and rivers like a small ribbon beneath me. Slowing down to take in the moment. The small people look like dolls and the never ending blue sky beckoning me on to continue. I smile and pick up the pace. The sun making a shadow on the clouds, the sun like a book or a new record begging me to stroke its surface. Telling me a new story and song. My head hits the desk with a loud bang and my eyes pop open. My music teacher glaring at me from her desk. I smile and pick up my part and sing. What a beautiful dream.
November 11, 2010