I’ve been sitting in that café this afternoon, my favourite one in the middle of Oxford …A girl was sitting at the table by the window…a cup of coffee in front of her. She was so “out of this place”…It was so clear she had her thoughts elsewhere. Her dreams were far, far away. A branch of a tree was knocking at the window, trying to get into the room, to hide from the wind of autumn changes…The girl was looking at that branch without seeing, her eyes seemed even greener because of the reflection of those leaves or because of the reflection of those thoughts in her head …She seemed to see through objects, looking at something or someone, only she can see…She smiled slightly to her own little secret…holding cup in her hands, forgotten to drink…She was so away with her dreams…
On my way back to the office I just thought: how obvious can we be in our dreaming? And do we need to conceal them from outside world? Keep to ourselves only or spread a happy smile around when smiling to our personal happy thoughts?
Is it good – to dream “aloud”?
[saw this somewhere on the web: Always keep a smile on your face... it makes people wonder what you're into...
A question to myself: what I am into, indeed? - and only a smile for the answer ;-) LOL]