The whispering sky
March 6, 2013She dreamed of cauliflower, roasted, drizzled with olive oil, tossed with a crackle of salt. She dreamed of a campfire still burning when she arrived beside it, and of laughter that filtered through the thick forest around her. She dreamed of wind audible only at night, when everything has grown still enough that the sky can whisper. I hear you, she dreamed. I hear you.
I love this, especially the second to last sentence. I can hear the whispering sky sound in my head.
Thanks, Kristina.