I was relaxing on a lounge chair. It was a beautiful yard and a beautiful day. I had my camera with me, and as I looked up at the sky I also saw the tops of trees and the tops of the surrounding structures.
I framed a few perfect shots. I’m going to post these on my blog, I thought. Just because they’re pretty. And then my phone rang. Subconsciously, I knew I shouldn’t answer it. But I had to, because it was the only way to make it stop…the only way to stay in my perfect moment. It was my husband, and that’s what jolted me back to reality.
I thought it was my alarm and that if I only opened the phone I could have my peace. But I heard my husband’s voice, and in that moment I realized that I had been sleeping, dreaming. It was just like that dream I’m sure we’ve all had…the one where you’re about to take a bite of the most delicious looking chocolate cake you’ve ever seen, and then you take the bite and it’s in that bite that you realize that it’s not real, that you’re only dreaming, because you can’t taste it.
So ironic. That is how disappointing it was for me to wake up from my afternoon nap to a dissolved dream, to reality. I really liked those pictures I took; it’s just too bad I didn’t really take them. Alas, here are a couple that I really did take, on a different day at a lake near our home.
In the end, I think they’re better.