There is a twilight girl who has been visiting me lately. She makes her appearance in those moments between waking and dreaming, or when the rhythms of life allow the mind to wander. She is but a child—eight or nine years of age—with hair of a strange white gold that is, somehow, also red. She …
Tag: dreams
Reaping the Field of Dreams:
Only once have I used my actual nighttime dreams as an inspiration for my writing. A few years ago we adopted a border collie/Australian shepherd mix puppy that we named Took. He was a mischievous, fuzzy little guy with an oddly curled tail and a number of curious habits. Not only did Took watch television …
