Last night I dreamed that a heron flew above me, scattering blue-grey feathers like magical gifts in my path.
This morning, as I travelled through the rain-blurred river valley, a pair of herons wheeled gracefully overhead, before disappearing into the trees...
Sometimes the line between dreaming and waking seems fine as spidersilk...
2 comments:
yes, it is, and isn't it fun.
How amazing and beautiful! I could do with some dreams like that!!
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