Wide Awake and Dreaming

Looking down my street



Most days, I wake up and question whether I’m still dreaming when I walk out my door. Maybe that’s what I love, that everyday feels surreal, hazy, softened, like at any moment I’ll be tugged out of a long sleep and realize that I’d imagined the whole thing…that this strange and beautiful little world doesn’t even exist. Then I blink, realize that it does, and feel deeply grateful for the hand I’ve been dealt.

Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?


One thought on “Wide Awake and Dreaming

  1. Sydney,

    there is a great joy in knowing the peace of being grateful it pleases me to know that you feel that.
    love Dad

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