This morning I woke up at 6 a.m., but went back to sleep and dreamed.
In my dream I was driving down Cornwall Avenue and turning into our driveway.
I saw Bern coming down the other side of the street wearing the red coat and blue hat I wear these days of chilly spring.
And she was walking our Puli, Bela!
I got out of the car and Bela was pulling Bern across the road toward me. I was laughing and she was laughing.
I bent down to greet him but woke up before I touched him.
Bela is still with me, if only in my dreams....
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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