This morning, I dreamed that the courtyard outside my window had been filled with flowers, in all the bright colors there are, in pots and hanging baskets, in the meager ground, in the bricks themselves. All the people who live here and many who do not were walking around in the narrow walkways that were all that remained between the flowers, in wonder.
I had less pleasant dreams, but I don't remember them.
That's a good. Day by day, I am feeling better.