This long stretch of empty road, rolling and winding, up, down, round and round. It looks familiar maybe Deja’ vu, a place I’ve been before probably with you. I pass the towering trees, the wind howls past my chilled shoulders I think about how loved I am. How beautiful this stretch of road really is, my wonderful thoughts keep me company as I journey on. I don’t know where I’m going but keep going I must because I can see a speck of light just beyond the cusp. The end of the road or so it seems; as I wake abruptly, it was all a dream.