in gardens all misty wet with rain.

I just re-discovered Jeff Buckley's cover of Van Morrison's "Sweet Thing."

Ssshhhhh.

Sleep tonight with dreams as sweet as angels wings.
And all your dreams will bring you sweeter things-
Sweet, sweet, sweet things.

In a time when things were much more simple, I used to dream that he would whisper those words in my ear as I fell asleep. I was lying down, propping my sunburned legs on a pillow in a house on the southern tip of Spain when the thought first entered my mind. Now that I've let it drift and flow so far away, I can't believe how at home it makes me feel, like it's already happened and I'm looking back on a memory that I created myself. Maybe, just maybe, I'll let myself dream again.