A dreamy gaze falls upon my face.
It’s the 9th of October. The sky is the brightest baby blue and the sun’s rays send sparkles across the water.
I have landed in a dreamy place.
The lunchtime walk across the highway to the trestle bridge was a fabulous idea.
There is one other person behind me. I have this place mostly to myself.
It is unlike summer, the quiet creates a calm that defies one’s stress.
I want to sit, to stay, to soak up the warmth of a 55ish fall sun.
To toss aside a return to work for a meditative nap.
To partake of a dream inspired by a dreamy setting.