And then the girl/woman opened one eye, pupil dilated by the dream she just had of paradise, of powerful rivers, of bluest skies.
She opened her other eye and drank in the sight of the scene before her.
It wasn’t a dream after all.
She was still in that paradise. Nearby, the river roared and boiled. Above her, the sky slowly, enticingly turned from rose to turquoise.
It was a happy place.
Full of power.
Full of the divine.
The girl/woman rose from where she lay. Arms outstretched, she uttered thanks for the dawning.
photo courtesy of Liebestraum