A few nights ago, after we’d been on our walk by the river, I had a strange little dream. A few feet away, in a small grassy area greening its way into spring, there was a blue-gray owl looking up at me with a friendly, cheerful expression. It had very large bright-green eyes. Though it was obviously an adult, it was smaller than any owl I’ve seen. When I moved to leave, its eyes grew brighter. It turned its head in a way that made me think it wanted me to stay. So I did. The dream ended there, where it had begun.
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Categories: Daybook
Tags: Dreams, Eyes, Friends, Grass, Owls, Rivers, Spring, Walking
William Michaelian 