It was so strange.
The weirdest dream.
I remember a moon, lit by a blue sun that stood behind it, cradling its rock with fiery arms. And I stood in a dark field with lightening falling from my hands. To my side was an angel, and to my other side was a young man, an old friend.
The last thing I saw before I awoke was a gigantic arm reaching upwards, to scratch at the golden clouds that formed above.
It was beautiful.
While I still accustom myself to this thing, I figured I'd get a bit more use of the blogging. I just got a perfect reason, too.
A very old friend of mine just called me. Marcus is his name. We used to work together out west, and I'm pretty glad he phoned. He tells me that other old friends of ours have come around, too. I guess I'll have to sit tight for now.
Today, went fishing. The warmish weather allowed for it to be a little relaxing, and boy have I needed some of that.
My memories been a bit blankish lately, and I've been forgetting certain things, and remembering others. I recalled memories from 60's!
My granddaughter helped me to set this up, and I'm sure I can find my way around this website and blogging thing.
-- A. Graham
