New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. We were frozen in time, embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw him; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his wool peacoat was […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, marble, New York, subconscious