In Dreams

I arrived late to the night’s outdoor gathering. I wasn’t sure what they were doing, and hung back to get the feel of it.

As I turned to leave, he emerged from the bustle and offered that we could go for a drive.

I was flattered and accepted, as it seemed he was not needed, and no one took notice of our leaving.

We got into his smooth-running, low-set easy luxury, and it pulled out of the gravel lot onto the winding country road.

I enjoyed just taking in the scenery: looking across and past him into hidden valleys as they revealed – and to my right, into depths of dropping hills as we ascended.

I enthusiastically thanked him and sat back, sighing with contentment, as it was nice to be the passenger and take in marvels I usually miss as the driver.

He smiled – a bit surprised at my genuine elation over such a seemingly simple gift.

He parked us high in the mountains and offered for us to go trail climbing. Gravity was easy, and its laws were permissive.

At one point, where all we had were ledges for handholds and gaps under our feet to hover over, I easily pushed and pulled lightly with my hands until on solid ground – no fear inside me.

He followed as I proudly stated I could handle myself (amazed at my own sense of confidence), and that I was used to challenging the boundaries of reality.

Throughout the journey, we spoke of little things. I was aware I was chatting gaily while my tones were variable and mixed with heartfelt laughter.

He was observing our interaction, as well, and I wondered what he thought of me.

Our relating seemed effortless in all things, and I felt protected by his company.