Thank you much, Nichole, for the get well wish. Oh, that little red-headed kid with the freckles and missing front tooth is doing well.
Speaking of skipping down the road, well I don't really skip but I love to dance on the sidewalk when Wing Walker goes for a walk with me. I am going to miss the walks. I did find a clearing in the woods at the bottom of the hill that I would love to investigate. I couldn't go in there today because I would need to wear slacks instead of a skirt in order to go in there. I have seen this clearing several times as it is and feels so inviting, I just need to go in there and scout around, the energy coming from there is amazing. Yep, you can bet your nicest pair of high heeled patent leather boots I still love exploring abandoned fields, old pathways in the woods, and abandoned buildings.
My last encounter with an abandoned building was when I was 9 years old. The kitchen was still intact, complete with rusted kitchen implements, pots and pans. There use to be two bedrooms upstairs but its floor had partially collapsed down into the living room where the stairs use to be. I also noticed there was a doorway beneath where the upstairs floor had collapsed. Within I could see this old fashioned metal-framed grandma bed, complete with foot board and head board and bronze bed posts.
The wind every now and then would whistle through the open spaces and the gaping windows upstairs, lending a forlorn feeling to the place, the kind of feeling that leaves goose bumps to show on ones arms. Where there used to be a living room I looked around and found the remnants of a ratty old couch which I sat on. I must have slipped away into sleep as I had a dream, not scary but interesting.
I could see the mom in the kitchen busying herself as she whistled a tune. In the living room, I nearly jumped out of my skin, there was this man sitting beside me on the couch, he was reading a newspaper and appeared to be oblivious to my existence. There was this old fashion TV set, the one with the round, 12-inch screen. It was on, but no one was paying it any attention. I heard some sounds like that of two children playing somewhere. They were in the bedroom with the grandma bed and bronze posts. It was a boy and a girl, very close to the same age.
When I woke up I could still remember the full contents of the dream, still do to this day.
Cindy
