Awakened by a dream of having to re-certify my ability to dive over obstacles into spiritually pure but impossibly shallow water and,
unable to sleep, I step outside to a forest carpeted and festooned in preternatural white.
The distant, dim, pale light of one neighbor’s horse barn in front and another neighbor’s porch on the side, glimmer feebly through the fog shrouded, dark and indistinct trunks of trees.
There is no sign of the full moon in a cloudy and invisible sky. Neither can be seen through the oaken canopy but the moon somehow softly illuminates the landscape with a sourceless light.
The door mat is surprisingly not cold to my unshod feet this winter night.
No frosty breath escapes my lips.And though there is no wind, I hear the sound of its rushing lonesome random modulation shoooooing sourcelessly, oceanically.
Is this Gehenna? Am I in Limbo?
I’m tired now. Not a little time has passed. I’ll return to bed.
“To sleep, perchance to dream”.