I consider my future, or at least, I hope it's my future. What is the axiom? If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans. So with a nod to God, the Great Maker, I consider my future. In this future, I can picture myself with a trailer resting on a pad in Brownsville, Tx or some other city located coastally. I find myself sitting beneath the sparse shade provided by a palm tree of some sort, preparing a rod and reel for some coastal fishing, where for lunch, I'll be fishing for some red snapper.
It's a day sunny, breezy and generous with time.
A breeze blows through my thoughts and the dream dematerializes, where a new one forms, behind the busy shutters of my mind.