Dream softly, purely and fiercely

friday fictioneers: Douglas M. MacIlroy

A dream. Waking up unfazed and gliding softly through the hardened snow.

To dream. Walking steady in a land that is mired deep in its coldness.

Seeking a dream. Fuzzy, hazy reverie envelops the body. Where to go and what path to seek? The shimmering shining lights up ahead can only provide so much guidance.

To pierce a dream. Reaching out of our cocooning womb that provides a false safety net. The wind blows fiercely and the antidote to our misery lies somewhere in the dome of our aspirations.

Seek and you shall find.

Dream softly, purely and fiercely.

Howl.…