I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain.

If the rain spoils our picnic, but saves a farmer's crop, who are we to say it shouldn't rain?

To imagine is to dream, to dream is to Pursue , to pursue is to conquer, to conquer is to accomplish, to accomplish is to make those dreams you never thought could be possible a reality.

Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between them.

"Hi Honey, I'm home," he breathed, astounded to be holding her at last.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.