Story

Day Dreaming.  As I watched the white, wispy, cirrus clouds disappear into the sea of blue I paused, “Am I dreaming?”  The haze of moisture in the air combined with the warm diffused glow of the sun lulling me into a half-conscious state.  Sitting on the shoreline, my only goal was to soak it all in.  My mind wandered from tentatively planned trips and the open road to tantalizing images and fantasies of exploring foreign lands.  With the sun setting behind the mountains, I began to shiver as the cold breeze brushed against my skin.  Goosebumps quickly replaced the warm, temperate images that clouded my mind.  A quick splash of wintry water from the lake brought me back into reality.   The day was dwindling to an end, but the season for adventure was just beginning.  Turning my back to the last rays of the sun I set off, I was finally going home.