The road home….
I woke up and I was back in my cabin in Alaska. I had the same foggy cloud surrounding my brain as always but through the mist of fog I remember a dream of living in an apartment in Little Elm, Texas. A smile crept across my face as I realized that there couldn’t be a town called Little Elm… it sounded to much like something from an old time western movie.
As I stood and dressed the familiar sound of a big rig and its jake breaks echoed from the distant hills and even though I was just waking up thinking it must be morning as I looked out my tiny window from the loft the earth and trees outside were bathed in the intense eerie green glow of the Northern Lights. Something definitely was wrong because as I went down the stairs from the loft my feet never touched the steps, and my downstairs was an exact copy of the apartment I just dreamed about in Texas.
For some reason this deja vu moment didn’t bother me, and that bothered me! But in the next instant as I held my morning coffee, that I never made, and looked out the window at the dancing Aurora I understood……..