December 4, 2002
I had a dream about a kitchen with a blue floor. No shades covered the windows. A black cat yawned, lazy, lounging in the morning light. It was just a dream, but it felt like home. I dreamt I made a garden in the back yard. A strange dream; all the ingredients were there. There were rocks of all shapes and sizes; there was slate and tile. I planted peony trees. Afterwards, I sat in my garden, Watching them flower.