Tuesday, March 18, 2014
I soared over a cobble-stone swirl of city streets at the base of a dark green forested mountain range. The sky was gloomy and gray, but I was looking down through low clouds over the town to choose where I would touch down. I zoomed in onto the town square where a woman wore her dark hair down. Her hair was parted down the middle and dangling in thin layers over swoops of cotton clothing. A mother sat nearby watching her daughter dart about the wicker cafe seats.
I promised a former student-athlete of mine that I would blog as soon as I started flying in my dreams. Normally it means that I'm in a really good place in my life. :)