I witnessed my younger self walking slowly down a country road.
A wooden fence enclosed a pasture lined with trees that stretched endlessly to the sky. A breeze gently stirred the leaves as golden light peeked through a dense canopy.
I wrapped a blanket tightly around me as I stepped forward to nowhere, amid soft yellow seeds drifting lazily around me.
A faint glimmer in the horizon turned into a reddish beard.
He appeared as tall as the trees in his blue overalls. We had known each other before. We knew each other now.
I looked up at him, dropped my blanket and we hugged.
And then I woke up from this road less traveled, wrapped in my blanket, my naked body still basking in and already missing the plenitude of our embrace.
“What are you waiting for, Maria?” I asked myself. “What are you waiting for?”
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