Dreamy
In the dream I awoke in the wan early edges of morning. I was in a car, in the sparsely populated lot of a drive-in. The windows of the car were fogged...but I was alone. I felt that it was 7am and as I looked out of the car's bleary windows, I could see people coming into the drive-in, setting up a flea market. I made a phone call...
...And awoke for real, in the morning, here. Feeling like something had occurred.
The earth has a white frosting and water drips from the rain gutters. The roads are clear and dry and the daylight is bright and cold. Things look Wintery, but it feels like Spring, oddly enough.
It's almost Noon, now. Time for a call to Kelli, and lunch...
A March Friday -- the afternoon stretching into its later reaches. The thin snow cover has pulled back even further, to the shaded places on the ground. There is a lot of muddy grass showing through elsewhere. The sky is perfect blue.
It's still kind of chilly, though.
I'm not feeling as spacey as I was yesterday (though I am still a bit droopy). I've been snuffling around the edges of a head cold for the last couple of days. The weekend is supposed to be relatively nice. That would be cool. I'd love to get out and have some fun.
All-in-all, this day stills feels fairly dreamy to me. It's as if the way I awoke tinted the rest of these hours in vaguely surreal shades. I'm thinking blurry morning light, even though this Friday is older now -- and bright and crystal clear.
I may add more to this later...