Want One Of Those
I dreamed the Quakers were meeting in a new venue- much smaller than our current Meeting House- and Keith (who died last year) was there. In the dream I was calling him Ken But I don't suppose names matter very much- if at all- on the other side. I knew he had been ill and told him how glad I was that he was better now. He'd regained weight, his face had filled out and he was wearing a big overcoat with a voluminous cape. The coat was red and gold and beautifully embroidered. "I'd like one of those," I said to Ailz, but maybe not quite yet...."