....awakened from a dream that was so wonderful, so luscious, so...perfect in it's execution that you felt like weeping when you realized that it was 5:45 a.m. and the alarm would ring in a half hour's time?
Here's to a joyous dream of a cabin by a stream, huge roses and sweet smelling violets blooming right outside my door, a baby Liv in my arms, chortling and kicking her frog legs and the man with the child in his eyes telling me that my chicken stew was the most magnificent in the world.
I look at the dream now and it was so simple.
But, what can I say?
Those flowers still leave me breathless with joy.