Last night I dreamt of blogging. I had two photographs. The first was of me riding my new bicycle (it was one of those granny style bicycles, a red one if I remember correctly), it was yesterday but actually summer already and my hair was longer. The second one was of me sleeping today. It was taken very close up, you could count my eyelashes if you wanted to (there aren't very little of those), and the pillowcase was bright white instead of the red it really is. I just really wanted to share those photos with you, they were beautiful and I looked genuinely happy. In the dream I ended up just writing you the words yesterday and today even though I wanted to tell you everything about how I got the bike and who took the photo of me sleeping.
In another dream I thought about how much times have changed, how there used to be dinosaurs everywhere around this time of year when I was a child; how in the recent years there had only been some; and how this year I had not seen a single dinosaur. This is how old I am.
I don't want to go home.