i heard a sound once and went into a

dream went to another place somewhere

else. the road was grey and purple and

twisted magnificently over flush green hills

covered in swaying gently waving grass. the sky

glowed orange and a sliver moon slunk

like an injured creature crawling over the

horizon and stars poured their lights onto the

street. the houses were rustic and white and their

windows glowed and flickered and blue-hued

roofs that peak out from between the dips

in the landscape glimmer softly in the light.

the air smells sweet and deep and carries the fragrance

of spice and pepper and of cedar the

breeze is warm and welcome and

it,s familiar. you are glad to be back.