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.