I have always been a prolific dreamer. They are often long and complex, but, much to the chagrin of some of my patients in my day job, I am not one to analyze or interpret dreams. However one dream I had many years ago has recently come to mind. I.
Saturday morning, we packed the children, no longer small, into the car for the trip to the inland Waldo County town of Unity. As we have nearly every late September since they were born. It was time for The Common Ground Country Fair. The Common.
I am rapidly approaching half a century on this planet, the vast majority spent right here, in this little town on the coast. I blessed with a relatively strong memory, but I notice it comes in little snippets images and vignettes as all those.