Dreamscape

 Miles of nothing, no one, just the grey low cloud and the sea beating on the cliffs below. 

I walk and walk, alone, the small world around me a circle in the cloud, with no one but me.

I walk the grey, stony path carefully, the wind buffeting me towards the cliff edge. A truly empty world. 

It feels as if I will walk forever, in a dream, and the grey silence and solitude will never end. 

There is none but me.

To be like this is paradise, but against human nature.

The clouds lift a little. 

The edge of the loch is there, 

a few curious sheep who have nothing to fear from this dreamscape,

 and a few curious ponies, their muzzles pointed towards me,

before they skip and skitter away. And then the collie barks at the farmhouse.

The mist is lifting.

The dream is ending.

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