Late last night and in the early hours of morning I had a classical station playing wonderful music and I was relaxing w/ my eyes shut and I had this vision.

 

I had this vision of Rachel Marsden in this one-piece swim suit that was navy blue and wet w/ water and she had on a grey "hoodie" zip-up sweatshirt covering mostly everything accept for these long, pale, well defined legs and she was spinning and twirling in circles in a corner of one of the yards of my parent's Pennsylvanian demesne --- the yard off the patio where the big garden my step-grandfather who left Chicago (because of Al Capone bossing him around) and moved to Seattle tended to when he visited -and, where  my great Uncle "Murphy" who lived a bachelor's life in Alaska also tended to when he came to Pittsburgh via those trains --- the yard closet to the creek down the rolling hillside into the "woods" my father's workers took care of and where in high school my friends and I would build fires and drink 30 packs of beer and bottles of Jim Beam -- the yard which has another side where the forsythias sit where I was offered land to build a house to make more of a "compound" than it already is...

 

And, while I was watching Rachel twirl, a figure appeared on the big party patio accented w/ good, properly placed ground lighting which nonchalantly showcases the California style ranch house which one of Frank Loyd Wright's students designed --- with the kitchen featured in Architectural Digest in the 60's --- while I was watching, a voice called my name.

 

Calling my name from the big party patio which has spots that has vistas overlooking the Ohio River was Julia Allison. Julia was dressed like Parker Posey in the House of Yes wearing "Jackie O's" famous pink Chanel suit. I went to her and she whispered the words from the movie I already knew, "I'll be her - You be him." 

 

Best of the Roses,