A Dream
The sidewalks through town bustled as I stumbled along, head down, observing the patterns made by discarded gum on the cement. A sound not unlike gears grinding overhead caught my attention. There the moon spun, massive, no further away than you’d expect to find the clouds. Stunned, perhaps struck dumb even, I looked to the others nearby, but none seemed to notice. Then, in the distance, perhaps a mile away, I saw the first transit. A man was pulled up to the hovering moon overhead. And then scanning the horizon, others were also being drawn to the moon’s surface, yet those around me continued going about their business, unaware. With longing guiding my actions, I leapt up, and soon found myself pulled into the sky, leaving this world behind.
Beautiful moody visuals, and words to match.
Thanks Shane, glad you feel that way.
Just feel like being able to do that more and more these days.
I hear you Mick.
Shackles fallen to the ground….
Interesting dreamscape.
Can’t make this kind of stuff up…
Exactly. May you have many lucid dreams. ✨
I love the imagery of this speaker leaping toward the moon at the end. It calls to mind my favorite Calvino story, “The Distance of the Moon” around the idea that she was once so close that you only needed a ladder to reach her : ). Lovely.
I have not read it yet, but will seek it out.
https://radiolab.org/episodes/282571-distance-of-moon
Thanks for the link Stacey!
Apologies for the double post. Something wasn’t working on my end. Enjoy!
No worries. Please double post till your heart’s content!
Thanks for the link, Stacey.
What a story, Richard … or is it a story 😉!? It’s wonderfully written and so visual. I can almost imagine being whisked away up there with you and all the others. Stunning photo, too.
Well, Ellie, it was a dream….
Interesting