Dream
my moving silhouette sharp against the moorland
Dream
In the dream, I am living in some indeterminate time delineated only by the late atmosphere of the sky at dusk, a house alone in the mountains and my moving silhouette sharp against the moorland light, happy at the end of a working day in some old northern landscape, rearing sheep and walking, with two tired, panting dogs at my side, to a lighted kitchen, the last embers of the fire brought to life by my kneeling. But one thing remains the same in this abstraction, when I look over my shoulder and smile, you are there to greet me, to take my hand and walk with me in the last of the precious light, talking together of some future that cannot be imagined even by my ideal. Our love of dreaming together as good as any future arrival. -from The Bell and the Blackbird




As an extremely vivid dreamer myself, I can see each moment you describe. Just love this.
I love how you've wrapped a Northern landscape in the magic of everyday, coming home to the Dream each of us cherishes ...as much the warmth of touch, beloved, dream... rising together.
What a beautiful blessing to readying our days-end for the New Year! Thank you, David!