My dreams begin randomly. It is now about 9PM and I am at work. I feel something which I cannot describe. It feels as if I have just begun my day. I will shortly leave to go home. I will likely descend the stairs and walk on the road, taxi and takeoff. I am not 10 but it feels that way.
I will lift off, I will swirl into the evening sky ... higher ... and higher until there is silence and me; I want to look at the beautiful Earth below and acquiesce with the curvature as I listen to the music which is not there.
Distance. Ah, yes, distance. Distance is not really a measure of proximity but of connectedness; it is how close one feels to one's passion, if one speaks of how close one feels to one's passion, one's dreams.
