Friday, March 11, 2005

Sweet Dreams

A friend ordered one up for me and, happily, the subconscious provided. Warm, happy, full of sun on the Mediterranean coast, this featured me with two francophone coworkers on the way to a beach holiday. We started on a train (I love trains), disembarked, then rolled down a grassy hill to the shore. The water was like in a bath, it was so warm. The sun was perfect: bright and hot without burning. I recall some English tourists comparing this shore with Brighton. Was trying to catch more of their conversation, but then the alarm sounded and I was back to the real world of a cold March say with bare feet and the covers kicked off.

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