I can feel the cold pour in over me – it wakes me from my sleep – I tremble and shiver…I pull the covers back over me and bury my head in them…and tumble just below the surface of wakening. The camp fire slowly fades in the night, spitting and crackling…at times desperate and full of fervor – dancing lights against the tent and bright red sparks spiral skyward and join the stars…and then ever so quiet and dark. I rest easier…and dream. Kate bounces on my shoulders and we run from yellow banana slugs…anxious and not quite sure we’ve out paced them…and Alex outruns all of us, like some little midget ninja. I am proud of this…but afraid for us still – the black licorice slugs have joined the pursuit…and with this I consciously end the silliness of this imaginary event. I am not sure how long the transition takes…but soon my young son cantatas with a 3 string guitar and some choir I can’t see…I listen for the longest time and the whole scene seems so ludicrous I finally wake and open my eyes. It’s light out – morning has arrived – birds are chirping and calling…Alex is singing happy gibberish in his bunk…and there right above my head on the tent wall is a tiny bright orange slug. Man, dreams are crazy things, lol!
- “In wildness is the preservation of the world.” – Henry David Thoreau
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂