Many years ago , I had a dream about a glowing field. When I awoke from it, I wish I hadn’t.
I closed my eyes, and tried to get back to it
The days went on, my thoughts often returned to the glowing field from my dream.
I realized what I loved about the dream was the light and space. I had never been to an open field, during a sunset, completely alone . I had never seen in real life, what I had seen in my dream.
As time went on, the glowing field became my “Happy” place. My daydream. My escape from reality. My last thought before falling asleep. The first thought in the morning. My obsession.
When something angered me, I would think to myself ” In the grand scheme of life, this is NOT going to get between me finding my glowing field”.
One day, driving…