Dreaming
I was lost in an airport — I’d been there with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leaflemming and landingtree , but we’d gotten separated. I was trying to find the terminal we were to leave from, rather desperately moving through car parks and roadways and foodcourts. This airport was a city.
But I found the train that would take me there, and when I got on it the other two were there as well. After laughter and mild recriminations I glanced over my shoulder and saw the shadow of the conductor moving its way along the carriage — did I have any money? I searched through all the pockets of my bag, at last came on a stash of pleasantly thick golden-coloured coins.
When I looked up it was into a weathered, ruddy-bearded face much creased by laughter, and perhaps pain too. The conductor was smiling a low smile at me, and asked would I like to buy any sermons? 1, 3 and 4 he particularly recommended as a combination, he said — but, oh, never mind his eyes grew sad, he could see I was not really someone who was interested in sermons, he said. I could not dissappoint the conductor. I pressed the correct number of coins into his hand, and told him 1, 3 and 4 would do very nicely.
So, for the next week or so, while the train moved on its way towards our terminal, that blesséd man walked with me down long red-dirt paths between bushy gulleys and the high banks of wild flowers, down into valleys and up onto hills, across streams and by rivers, and he told me, through mist and clear sun and star-lit dark, he told me what he knew of the ways of humans and of spirits, and, more than that, of the ways of flowers.
leaflemming and landingtree , but we’d gotten separated. I was trying to find the terminal we were to leave from, rather desperately moving through car parks and roadways and foodcourts. This airport was a city.But I found the train that would take me there, and when I got on it the other two were there as well. After laughter and mild recriminations I glanced over my shoulder and saw the shadow of the conductor moving its way along the carriage — did I have any money? I searched through all the pockets of my bag, at last came on a stash of pleasantly thick golden-coloured coins.
When I looked up it was into a weathered, ruddy-bearded face much creased by laughter, and perhaps pain too. The conductor was smiling a low smile at me, and asked would I like to buy any sermons? 1, 3 and 4 he particularly recommended as a combination, he said — but, oh, never mind his eyes grew sad, he could see I was not really someone who was interested in sermons, he said. I could not dissappoint the conductor. I pressed the correct number of coins into his hand, and told him 1, 3 and 4 would do very nicely.
So, for the next week or so, while the train moved on its way towards our terminal, that blesséd man walked with me down long red-dirt paths between bushy gulleys and the high banks of wild flowers, down into valleys and up onto hills, across streams and by rivers, and he told me, through mist and clear sun and star-lit dark, he told me what he knew of the ways of humans and of spirits, and, more than that, of the ways of flowers.