down. I didn't know how I
managed to keep walking. But
the music oh the music was
so sweet. Asphalt became rivers
and streams of dreams. The sidewalk was
now my dirt pathway. The moon
shown down to transform streetlights
into branches. Concrete slabs were
blocked by tree-trunks occasionally y
split by stone or wooden gates. Some
spaces showed green glades, touched
by wildflowers and starlight. My
feet shuffled over the dirt more slowly,
skipping to rocks to cross over
dancing water. Breezes brought smells of
freshly baked bread.
And I cried.
