
If I could carry a painting of a dream in my pocket, it might look like this — a tiny little 3 inch by 4 inch canvas showing a painter in a landscape. The image is a bit grainy. It’s not quite realistic, is it? The artist depicted is not quite what I look like. A summer painting in winter? That’s not quite right. But the miniature canvas holds a perfect reminder of my recent escape to the Land of Nod. That’s the place where all the good things that dreams can be dwell.
When I wake up, I feel my dream evaporating and I’m left with only a slipping glimpse of what I was immersed in just moments ago. If I had a pocket full of my dreams, they’d all be little canvases like this and I could pull one out and zoom back to that perfect moment. Perhaps a painting of a dream is even better than the dream itself because it’s something you can hold onto.



I LOVE this! 💋
I love “a slipping glimpse”. ❤️ smcc