The gates have opened and we have entered, once again, into reality.

The birds are singing, the cat is begging for food, the dogs lay themselves down to collect the rays of the sun. In a far off corner of the house a tea kettle silently boils, prepared to burst into a shrill song. Deer move elegantly across the field in search for taller greener grass. All that was once a dream is now here before us.

Reality never left us, but we left reality.

For a night; for a sleep; for a fleeting moment.

We purchased a home that was not ready to be purchased.

We gathered our things and moved in before ever learning what a home really was.

In reality we weren’t there yet, but in the dream we were.

As the gates opened we saw that what is before us is not quite what the night told us it would be. Our dream was merely a sampling of reality; an oracle that spoke of our hopes for the future.

What is before us is simply a picnic lunch filled with storytelling; today is another step of a dream lived out.


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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