Gentle people,
I have recently traveled to Florida and returned. Whilst there, I dreamed the following dream about a tropical fish. I sit in the sand on a beach. There are only small waves; I am facing the Gulf. I shift my left hand along the top of the sand and uncover a fist-sized stone with a flat face. On the face is a pristine, fossilized fish. I am no ichthyologist while awake, but I recognized the fish in my dream. Not the species, the specific fish. And, although I hold in my hand its mineralized bones, I see in front of me the living fish, effulgent blues, yellows, and a crisp white. After waking, I have no way to tell whether this fish was a chimera born of fever or some veridical amalgam of scraps from memory.
Until next time, friends,
walter
I have recently traveled to Florida and returned. Whilst there, I dreamed the following dream about a tropical fish. I sit in the sand on a beach. There are only small waves; I am facing the Gulf. I shift my left hand along the top of the sand and uncover a fist-sized stone with a flat face. On the face is a pristine, fossilized fish. I am no ichthyologist while awake, but I recognized the fish in my dream. Not the species, the specific fish. And, although I hold in my hand its mineralized bones, I see in front of me the living fish, effulgent blues, yellows, and a crisp white. After waking, I have no way to tell whether this fish was a chimera born of fever or some veridical amalgam of scraps from memory.
Until next time, friends,
walter