We are enjoying dog sitting. I walk Jesse each evening around 7:15pm, and he takes me on his preferred route. Doubtless he is led by his black button nose and his sense of smell. It is dark here at that time, and I enjoy glancing into windows as I walk by, especially if lights are on. Innocent voyeurism, with a healthy dash of nosiness. We have had little or no cloud cover lately and the evenings are cool, last night I wore a winter jacket. The skies are a beautiful blue at that time, especially toward the west, where the sun has just disappeared below the horizon. The moon is waxing, and the Big Dipper (or Plough, as I knew it in England) and other stars stand out impressively. It is breezy and the leaves on the ground are dry and rustling, and Jesse stops now and then and cocks his head, as if he hears something that is inaudible to my human ears. I have been feeling much better the past two weeks, and yesterday I felt GOOD. A participant in life not just a watcher. Last night I dreamt of feathers. Not like the collage of gloriously coloured peacock feathers above, but two simple feathers, a creamy pink/grey. Perhaps like those from a dove. With them was a tiny piece of down. I don't know what else the dream was about, or in what context they appeared, but they were lying on the ground and I was trying to decide whether to pick them up when I awoke.
I checked my dream book, and some online information, and all in all it seems to auger well. I hope so, I want be a participant again, in the fullest sense of the word.
Hope your week is good and all your dreams are sweet.