I dreamed of Pegasus early this morning. The horse was trotting down a city street, opened up his wings, and flew up and away. I stood there, watching that flight in a state of awe, sorry I hadn't a camera in my hand, but knowing better than to dig into my bag for that camera, knowing that the sight needed witnessing for my own sake, as the sun lit Pegasus's silver-gray flanks and wings, as the shadow of the flying horse played across the office building behind him.
And in the dream I never questioned the reality, never doubted that this was Pegasus.
(I love that about dreaming.)
