tales from an ordinary world

2002-04-24

A wintry night, the tyranny of rain just gone and rain yet to come. Leaving a major crowd for a minor one. Rear coutyard blanketed by the night sky over autumn-withered creepers. Sudden hiss of ash on water. Steady burbling of drinkers back inside, muffled by the door and walls. On any other day, this could be one of the lesser paradise-substitutes.

Some days, there's no escaping Mister Sandman. I'd been looking forward all day to a quiet evening of a few healing ales over dinner with some friends. But near eight o'clock, every mouthful of food seems like I'm lifting a brick to my mouth, and it's all I can do to hold my head up and listen, let alone speak.

bring me a dream.