A Wet Dream

There are places I remember

This is not about what most people would think. But I could not think a more appropriate title than this.

Early this morning, I had the weirdest of dreams.

Anabelle and I have a very dear friend whom we have not seen for a long while. Let’s call her Heart. She had been having serious health issues and we wanted to see her. The problem is she lived literally in the boondocks, far away from the city we slickers lived in. But we made the effort. Their place was at the foothills of the Sierra Madre mountains.

So, there we were waiting for Heart to come and join us in their beautiful and huge garden. It was a fine day for the outdoors. Soon, Heart was coming towards us, her face beaming, radiant, in the pink of health and in high spirits. Even from a distance, she already had her arms open for an embrace. And just like that we were in each others arms: laughing, giggling, just happy to be seeing each other again after a long, long time. Very soon, we were like dancing around their garden – recalling, remembering, reminiscing moments and memories. And as we were prancing around, I called out to her sisters who were also enjoying the morning in the garden, “Isn’t she lovely?” And with a mystified look on their faces, they said, “Who? You’re by yourself?”

When I fully realized the import of their reply, I just broke down into tears filled with a heartfelt joy and deep gratitude, fully aware of the blessing and gift that Heart has been to my life and that of our family. Through my tears, I told her, “Tears are the language of love when words are totally inadequate.”

When I woke up, my eyes were still moist.

 

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