12-12-30

I found a dream in a hole in the laneway, all blue sky-ed and lovely, poking out like a shiny coin freshly dropped in the mud. The hole looked torn as if it was dug up by someone wiser who knew where to find the sun and the blue sky and couldn't fathom why others would pave it over. The machines will come and patch the hole one day, of this I'm certain, but even then I'll know where it is, know it's still there somewhere buried beneath the asphalt, and it will warm my heart having this bit of knowledge.