Spring Waning Moon of Winds
Night time. Around this time the barrier between this world and the inner world begins to crumble. Last night’s dreams begin to reassert themselves, as if they want a chance to continue. Bits and pieces of different excursions come back: the city street where I often walk, amazed at being in the city, living in the tall skyscraper that is my home. Or the vastly expanded Alexandria, my home, now filled with bustling upscale businesses, restaurants and fancy homes. Then there is my favorite the northern city, often called Toronto (to which I have never been). I drive over an arching bridge into Canada, pass through Toronto on my way north.
When I get out of the city, the area becomes wild and lonesome, ending in a wilderness both inviting and terrifying. I haven’t made this trip in a while but I imagine I will some night soon.
The dream world has as much reality as this one, all Maya, yet, all wonderful.
