I’m sitting in the kitchen, and it’s 2:22 a.m.
I must be mad. I should be in bed, where my long-suffering, patient husband is now sleeping, with our dog sprawled out at his feet, but I resist the night, and resist sleep, and want the hum of darkness to soothe my senses and soul.
I missed the first day of The Commons, and here I am, finally catching up. I posted about myself somewhere on the Commons site earlier, but feel rather scattered, because I came into this site much later than most.
Well, it isn’t too late, is it, because I’m here!
Sometimes, when I visualize myself, I see myself running eternally after a bus that’s speeding away. Behind me, my (non-existent) hat flies off my head, my scarf floats away on an errant breeze, and my hair streams backwards. The bus picks up more speed, while smiling people wave at me cheerfully, as I gesticulate to them to stop the bus. Non-comprehension carries them along, speeding away from me.
So, what do I do? I stop, panting, on the side of that road, and look around. To my left and right are fields filled with flowers, a red, undulating sea of flowers. Somewhere, there are birds singing. A mountain straightens up in the distance, balancing a cloud on its head.
Hmmm … I think. I think I shall take a walk into those fields.
I toss my bags aside, embrace the sky with outstretched arms, and walk into those fields overflowing with flowers.
Morpheus calls.
Goodnight, all!
~Dreamer of Dreams
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