Daydream Believer
Perhaps it's the gray morning peeking through my window. Maybe it's the rather somber "Peaceful Guitar" Spotify playlist that is floating through the quiet of the house. Or, could it be the sadness I feel for a dear, dear friend whose elderly father passed away a couple of nights ago? He fell on a Wednesday. The next Wednesday he flew. To Heaven. Seven days. Not so many years ago, Meems' world was bright and brimming with possibility. She lived fully alive. The Dancin