The plans are underway. As I type away avidly on this keyboard, thousands of miles away from the city of romance, the plans may slowly be coming to fruition.
I can imagine, daydream, hope endlessly for things that will never occur. Or I can make it happen. One day at a time. A process, but nevertheless, a start. One that can bring bounties of excitement and joy.
I still dream. Close my eyes and replace my surroundings. Sometimes it happens by acident, catching me unaware with its power and deliberateness. The flowing landscape in front of me, green hills and snow capped mountains are replaced by century old buildings and cobblestone streets.
The wry image conjured in my subconscious is no longer enough.
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