Tuesday, June 3, 2003

I woke up in the middle of the night. From a dream.

I dreamt that I was walking through sumptuous gardens, early on May Morning. They were the grounds of a grand fort. Mossy stone bridges criss-crossed a stream, leading from an old building. I could almost see Mr. Lewis sitting by one of the windows. Pondering the latest discussion with Mr. Tolkien. Or one of the other inklings.

I continued my walk through the gardens. Admiring the deer that were grazing lazily in the sun. And then I hear the voices of Magdalen College. Eminating from the tallest tower in the valley. It is so moving that I wake up from my sleep.

I was not dreaming after all. I can still hear the singing.