There I was, dreaming of dreaming again.
Standing in the subway looking straight into the eyes of another woman.
she got super creeped out and walked away.
I wasn’t looking at her.
I was looking at the ocean.
Half the subway station was the most beautiful beach my mind can imagine.
The wind felt so good, that I could feel my hair dance with the wind.
The ocean hits the edge of the station, I hear the splashes, some of the water hits my face.
I walk towards the sand.
My feet sink.
That’s really strange.
I look back and the others waiting for the train stare at me as though I just did something insane.
Can they see the beach?
It felt warm. I did not need my jacket anymore.
I can hear the train approaching.
It rides the water with grace as it approaches the station.
People continue to stare and walk into the train.
How can they pass up a moment like this?
The weather, the water, the wind.
How can they go on that train and ignore what’s happening around them? I felt sorry for them.
I truly did.