Nurture your Nature

Dream on a damp dreary day

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On a dreary damp day... where do my dreams go...

I'm in rural Thailand years from now, old, but more spry than I am today. I'm going to town on my สามล้อ (sam-lor = tricycle) picking up an old lady (probably younger than me) and a young girl on my way.

On the way back a youth asks me a question and I see myself answering (like in a video) with tears in my eyes. I think of other places, spaces, the rat races I no longer know nothing about.

Only me, no longer lonely in that far-off land; yet, now alone in an alien world that somehow has become a part of me. Nostalgia finds me even here and wraps its once-warm arms around me. I look into that empty chasm of myself, once full of angst, then look away. These green trees, this steamy heat, the shadows shortening in the morning grace between showers, remind me that I fled from abandoned dreams and the nightmares swirling around them. These moments, fleeting as they may be, are my reality.

Even seen through tears, it is enough.

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