The Dream

I just woke up from the dream. You know, the favourite one. You have it too, I'm sure.

I'm out for a walk- going to meet someone, maybe. I'm in the city, this city- and I cut through the park. Feelin' good. Dusk falls. Out there beyond the trees, the streetlights strobe on orange and blare against the sky but here under the trees, it's dark and cool. The ground is springy. Pretty soon walking feels so good, I decide to run and it's effortless. Leaping up steep hills, using root knuckles and buried stones for purchase, body working perfectly, smoothly. Night has fallen but the air is bright. And I think- wouldn't it be easier to run on all fours?

And it is. Oh, it is. Easier to run, and run, and turn away from the city lights into the blue brightness of the night air and the smell of trees.

c. June 01 2011