Floating Dreams

    Between the curtains and through the window I see...a dream... floating through the crisp, clear air. It floats among the clouds then drifts along the tops of the evergreen trees. It finds itself sitting on a branch visiting with the birds that have perched just long enough to fluff up their feathers before another flight to who knows where. The dream takes to the air once again and I watch as it floats through the sky, dipping and skimming the ground. It seems too free. Something about it is so taunting, so unreachable, so dreamy. It gives the feeling of possibilities, ambition, and life. As the sun sinks behind the distant mountains, I watch as the dancing dream settles into the brilliant colors of the evening sky. Like a blanket, the night sky covers the earth. Just as the dream had come, it has gone. I wish I had caught it. It may not be too late! I may find it again someday. Until then, I'll keep finding dreams. I always will find them, but some are more beautiful, more desirable...Sometimes I need to be reminded to just catch my dreams and fly with them.