All the dreams I had, building on each other, forming and growing…walter mitty had nothing on me. I could imagine the best of times, the best of situations…as I walked on the path that would give me direction. Still have those dreams and yes, they are still big ones. But in this life, I may never realize some of them. Perhaps not any of them. Yet, it’s the bed of dreams that keep me going. It’s the promise of my soul, the smile of the day, the waxing of the comb. It’s the wind in the sycamores, the school children out for recess, the sit up and stare of the dogs. All the days that mount up and end up amounting to something, maybe nothing…even so, they have already gotten me there…as I lay down in my bed of dreams.
