I dreamt of a lady in white.
Like a bystander watching a silent film, I saw her weaving her way through the crowds, undisturbed, untouched by her surroundings, just going about her livelihood. The badgering, the altercations and noises of the folks around her are left unnoticed; she has no wish to involve herself with the emotions of others.
At dusk she returned to her abode - simple, serene, detached from the bussle of the world outside, and nearly unreachable; indeed she wouldn't leave her dwelling unless compelled. Inside there, she resided in her own world, she could do as she wished, no one to answer to, no one to take into account.
Occasionally, she would have company. Birds, squirrels, rabbits and others. The pretty pansies that grow in spring. Sunflowers in summer. Maple leaves in autumn. Fluffy snowflakes in winter. But these never stay, they leave their mark and as if under some stage directions, enter and exit accordingly.
Time stomps mercilessly by. When the night grew darker and occasionally when the winds got stronger, she left in fear, fear of darkness, fear of being on her own. But the nights are never too long, at least not for her. Fear comes, and fear goes. Her life remains unchanged.
So when dawn came to greet her, she dressed in white, only to begin her routine again, as she will daily, till that day comes.
(Nah, I didn't have a strange dream, at least not this one, just musing lah. hee.)
