A “Dream Weaver” Morning

When I was very little, my oldest sister had a poster in the room we shared of a couple standing on a mountain, holding hands, silhouetted by an ethereal background of bright yellow sunlight muted dreamily by swirling clouds. Almost like an island setting overlooking the ocean, but I can’t recall the details.

I loved that poster. Probably because I lived in the concrete suburbs and never saw a sunrise or a sunset – only row upon row of houses. At a young age, that scene made a deep impression on me.

Around the same time, the song “Dream Weaver” was playing on the airwaves. Not much about the landscape around me was dreamy and I may have only been about two years old, but the combination of that poster and that song informed me that something out in the natural world actually was. Had I been capable of articulating it, living in a place like that was probably one of my first fantasies in life.

I don’t know how stuff like this works, but Orcas Island is as dreamy as the combination of those two elements could be. Sometimes fantasies really do come true.

Here’s a glimpse of yesterday’s ethereal morning (and some music to start you off)…

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