Halfway to dream, in and out of sun and walking like serenity, like perfect stride and poise. Half a degree removed, if I slit my eyes open it may all turn out to be on a big screen in front of me, or a page that I am about to turn.

Still I am walking as though I can navigate the streets blind: ears arms shadows light forming my boundaries. Because smiling at my thoughts might steer me to where I need to go. Like a magnet, steady sure (slow) surging to target. If I keep walking, eyes closed and hands in front of me, I will make it home to you smiling.