Tree Climb

Had a great little snippet of dream this afternoon during my nap. J and I had climbed up the embankment, and then out across the heavy branch of the fir tree, it's about twelve feet or so above the ground at the point where it levels out. We sat down and looked out over the neighborhood. (Which, technically, I think the roof of the house would be in the way if you sat down.) The trunk was a little sappy, and so were our jeans. We might have been, too, but I don't remember our conversation, what little of it there was. The neighbor girl was in her back yard singing "D and J, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g" in that lovely ten year old sing-song voice.

It's an hour later, and I'm still smiling. I like having happy dreams, makes me think I need more naps.