the sky is blue. no clouds. none.

it is warm and sunny and in the early morning hours this simple fact lifts my spirit. 

a wonderful day ahead of me filled with bright sunshine, the smell of sunscreen lotion on the skin and the growling noise of the lawn mower. the day has an innocence to it. not only because it is so very quiet with just a few birds are singing, but because the blue sky seems to block out all possible disturbances. i'm sitting in the cooling shade of one of the large trees in the yard.. quietly. last night's dream is fading away, and yet i wonder why I dreamed the exterior of my house needed painting. while the contractor was preparing the estimate i discovered an additional floor filled with beautiful furniture. high ceilings, wonderful old balconies, but there were also hundreds of large rats. how could i have lived in a house and not known that there is an extra floor ? even from the outside one could see the third floor - its windows and balconies. i could not afford the estimated repair costs, but this gigantic mansion needed to be renovated. a huge house in a colonial style city. many entrances. i woke up several times last night but whenever i fell asleep again i continued dreaming about the house, its many rooms, the various talks with the contractors, the sensation of rooms which had not been used for a very long period of time. and then all these rats. strange. i can still see all the details of the house and the rooms, and i can layer them over the perfect blue sky. (the invention of image-altering programs seems so logical when you think of it). sunday. in the true sense of the word. sun-day.