Well, I have to tell you without going into detail that I had a series of three very interesting dreams, one after another over three nights, and when I woke up this morning, I felt that all was not quite right in the world. Sometimes, you know maybe better than I do, the power of dreams as being more real than the reality of dull days and long evenings.
A few days ago, I came across a place not ten minutes away from where I live- an old style building where some of the windows were open and/or broken. Always one who likes to snoop around, I poked my head in and I was not ready to see the beauty and sadness contained inside- a former iron workers' studio, with many of the tools and equipment still there, a clock which was not running (I checked my watch against it), layers of dust, chalk markings on the wall to indicate dimensions for work. These alone would just evoke a sense of nostalgia and wonder. But when I saw the grass grow in that space, greener than green, nature taking back the space from man (who must have left it, or left the earth), well, that was really a sight to behold.
The clincher? The sign outside, barely legible- as the sun and the elements stole its soul away, too.
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