My brain feels as if it's shrouded in grey gauze, protected, somehow, from thinking deep thoughts today.
I woke, disoriented, from a dream in which I was waiting for college acceptance letters ⓠthat hasn't been part of my life for almost twenty years ⓠbut in my dream, the thing that was most vivid was the décor of the dorm room ⓠcolor coordinating bedsets and computer systems. Well, why not?
When I let the dogs into the yard's humid warmth, I noticed that there was no pattern of sunshine on the patio. Like my brain, the sun, too, is shrouded today.
Yours