it rained last night and the temperatures are rising. there are only small patches of snow left. the sky is grey and the soil has a dirty brown color.  it is not inviting, yet it is warmer. i dreamt about a friend of mine, who traveled back home to Hongkong. he was sitting in a cab that was driving over a large bridge, connecting the airport to the city island. in the distance, the visual keys of the city were illuminated and i congratulated him on his home coming. finally. he was very excited and i couldn't believe how gorgeous the city looked from the top of this large bridge. the river below us was full of little boats, the round green-golden roof of a large building sparkled in the distance. An ocean of houses squeezed into the valley. i wish i could remember more but only the cab ride is alive from last nights dream. just this ride over the bridge with me sitting behind my friend, hugging him.