I dream…

I dream of the life I could be living, riding the ebb and flow of mountains - breathing deeply of the air and sky and sea. I dream of daffodils and tall green forests, tiny cottages in a mystical wood. I dream of having less but gaining more, of clean rooms with comfortable well worn furniture, rows of books and the flicker of candle light. I dream of silence not broken by ticking clocks, but the songs of birds drifting faintly on the wind - the tinkle of chimes on a covered porch as I rock in a wooden Adirondack chair sipping hot tea beneath the stars. Thanks for listening! If this post speaks to you, I’d be honored if you would pass it on. Conk’s Brain is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. You can also support me and share the love by buying me a cup of coffee on Ko-fi. To hear more, visit conksbrain.substack.com