Is It Wrong to Dream?

We live and breathe words. There are books, or texts or tweets more instantly these days, that make us feel that perhaps we are not completely alone. Reading them through how they were lonely and afraid, but always brave, pushes a window for us to see the world, colors, sounds and textures. We dream what they dreamed.

I received a friend's email this morning. It's from another coast of the country where the ocean meets the sky, where I used to be called Honey by everyone in the town because the sound of my first name didn't rhyme in English. The email goes "If you were closer, I would offer to take the children and you can wander off for a week... There is a book launch  I wish you would come – I’d pay the town crier again -  I would be your chauffeur if you did come", colors of fishing boats, sounds of waves, art and textures in the tapestry that I saw so clearly in those lines of text. "Is it wrong to dream?" a friend asked. "Never. " I texted back.