My grandmother used to tease me that I looked up at the sky too much, saying that it was a sign that I was dreaming too much. Somehow over the years I've stopped doing this, focusing my attention nowadays either directly in front of me or on my shoes.A few days ago Darryl and I took a walk down a nature trail and I started looking up into the tree branches. Since then I have constantly been looking skyward, so much so that I accidentally almost walked into a parked car this morning on my way to class.
I have a feeling that my grandmother might start admonishing again. Only now there are no dreams, just upward glances. I tell myself that maybe dreams will follow shortly and that maybe this time I will swallow my fear and just go with them - I just hope there are no more parked cars to block the way...
I have a feeling that my grandmother might start admonishing again. Only now there are no dreams, just upward glances. I tell myself that maybe dreams will follow shortly and that maybe this time I will swallow my fear and just go with them - I just hope there are no more parked cars to block the way...
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