Just the other day, I awoke from very, very pleasant dreams, to find the landscape softly covered in silken white. This fine morning finds me in fields of drab dormant grass, looking through skeletonized trees at a fabulous sunrise. The colors so deep, like fires burning just over the horizon.
Yes, there were succulent dreams last night. Soft gentle touches, caresses of pure pleasure. Dreams far more vibrant that this mornings grand awakening.