Filing my dreams:
Why couldn’t I look up longer in my dream, where shiny and color assorted balloons floated in my sky? It was so relaxing, taking a moment.
Walking barefoot from warm sand to a nice new sidewalk, I followed a happy little trail of baby turtles. Determinedly, marching forward, never looking back. Nor, side to side.
Noticing after their march, followed a slightly larger turtle. Why did I pick him up, even just for a moment? He tried to follow me to my door. Why couldn’t he go back to their trail. Had I ruined this special destination?
So distraught, I sought help inside. People were sitting down, all around. If they would just take a moment. Could they just answer, please? They never spoke, never looking my way.
Might I go back and look up in my sky? See the mixture of happy balloons floating by?