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The Watch Tower

I woke up without a song, but there was a dream.
I saw myself climbing the metal stairs of a high tower.
The tower was open and the air was cold. A cold wind blew.
I was wearing my green car coat, and a backpack.
I was also wearing my long, blue Winter coat.
It was draped over my backpack and green coat.

I struggled to climb up the stairs.
I stopped at a landing and removed the blue Winter coat,
the backpack and the green coat.
I put on the long, blue Winter coat and left the green coat
and the backpack on the landing.
I continued to climb up the stairs.

I don’t know what was at the top of the tower.
Suddenly, I was in a car, driving down a highway.
I realized I had left my green coat and backpack
high up on a landing of the tower.
Should I turn around and go back?
No. I kept going.

November 1, 2023