A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium!)
Always, no sometimes, think it’s me
But you know I know when it’s a dream
I think I know, I mean, ah Yes, but it’s all wrong
That is, I think I… disagree.
-The Beatles
Chapter 2 — Here
I woke up what seemed like years later.
How did I get here? Here being… outside, alone, and in the middle of… a golf course? This is incredible. I don’t even golf! I get up, slowly, and soon notice that it’s not a golf course at all. I’m standing in the middle of a hilly, green field. It could have been a golf course in the middle of nowhere but there weren’t any old businessmen around so, I knew it couldn’t be a golf course. The day is glorious. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. The grass was a sharp, glowing green, and the sky bluer than I thought blue could get. The puffy clouds appear to be breathing. There’s a surreal sense of calm all around. Even my body feels lighter. Lighter and fuller at the same time. I must be dreaming. Either that or I blacked out from the champagne and drove here on auto pilot? Not that I condone that. That would be bad. I had to get here somehow. But, where is here anyway?
Open spaces everywhere, peaceful, colorful, wherever here is, I think I like it. It’s practically ideal. It’s just missing a few willow trees and maybe a river or something. Then it would truly be perfection.
As soon as the thought was thought — Poof! A beautiful, weeping willow popped up to my left, and — Poof! — Another one in the distance…
