I walked to my favorite spot and gazed shiveringly at the fog-enveloped mountains and trees -- those ghostly specters -- and perceived my childhood home beneath the actual lay of the land. Wishing there were someone with whom to share this natural beauty of intermingled present and past, up saunters a dear neighbor. A kindred spirit. He tuned in to my words; he understood.
This is the day-to-day fare from which dreams of the subconscious arise.
Creation.
CoCo, the view sounds dreamy and ethereal. Sometimes nature's beauty is so overwhelming that words fail. I'm glad you had a friend to share it with.
I also have a favorite spot, close to home, but, when I'm there I'm miles away.
*Good morning, CoCo and Nancy!