“The dreamers are not the ones who sleep.”

Fall is coming. It was in the breeze this morning. There is something about this coming season that begs me to be quiet, begs me to listen. The dreamer inside me awakes once the leaves start to turn. Autumn is enchanted and the magic runs through our fingertips out onto our warm cups of cider and onto the sleeves of our sweatshirts.

This time of year the libraries in our minds open up and I spend most of my time reading books I forgot I had. The angry books lay themselves out on the tables for me to see and yet I remain in retreat behind the shelves seeking out the small and nimble memories I’ve almost forgotten.

From our first conversation I knew that you would always capture my attention, and it has not failed.

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  1. August 20, 2008  11:23 pm by mr friday Reply

    This line “The dreamers are not the ones who sleep.”

    reminds of the lyrics by Tyrone Wells from the song 'dream like new york'
    "I got to dream like New York
    As high as the skyline
    Aim for the stars above those city lights
    I want to dream like New York
    I’m running down Broadway
    I got to catch the next train
    I’m making my way"

    I've told you before that your writing is amazing!

    "The angry books lay themselves out on the tables for me to see"
    I have sooooo many books to read right now it not even funny, yet I still have to get one in particular....hmmmm.....

    and this part, "From our first conversation I knew that you would always capture my attention and this has not failed." , is totally true from my perspective little lady.


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