Dream a Little Dream: Part I
"Dream a Little Dream"
By
K. R. King
Not far from my home in East Ilford, Essex sits one of the greenest, tallest and most peaceful hills in all of the southern English countryside. This is where I have spent every evening since I was old enough to make it up to the top. It is where I come to be alone with my thoughts and dreams. On a clear night, the sun kisses the cold English sky, painting it with splashes of reds and oranges, lavenders and blues as it crawls sleepily over the horizon and the moon takes its place. Atop the hill, London's Hill, we call it; there is an old oak tree that has provided me with a shelter from the rainy seasons, even the scarce snows. Rain or shine, I make my sojourn to the top and in the summertime, when the weather is warm and the breeze just right, I've even fallen asleep beneath that old oak tree.