"wanderlust . . .
led her through . . . bejeweled dreams,
across sweetly storming seas,
to sleep in a bed of moonbeams."
I keep daydreaming of get aways. Sometimes it's of a journey to Italy, sometimes a cabin by the water and trees, or just days of quiet on the couch. Last night there was a dream of a very beautiful inn, with brilliant blue tile work on the walls. It was on a mountain, such a high mountain. Winding and spiraling around it, I traveled to the top, and then reached out to touch the stones.
I woke up both restless and rested.