“It’s a habit of mine,” said Jim Wade wistfully, “daydreaming in other seasons…” from Quite a Year for Plums by Bailey White
In September I was daydreaming of fall. All year I’ve been daydreaming of the near (I wish) future when we might be able to return to Florida. But I realize that kind of dreaming isn’t always helpful or productive. Sometimes too much looking into the future blinds me to the present.
And from November Blue
And if I weren’t leavin’,
Would I catch you dreamin’ …
And if I came to you tomorrow,
And said “let’s run away”
Would you roll like the wind does… (YES)
And I sing songs of sorrow,
Because you’re not around… (TRUE)
I’ve fallen like the leaves…
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