I dreamed last night I was on a metaphysical tour of the steppes of Eurasia. There we were, about 15 of us (of course there was nobody there I’d ever met) walking along in the middle of nowhere, being “now here” as it were. The steppes are stark, vast, grassy, and perfect for the equine species and those intrepid souls who love them and raise them. Pretty vivid dream, feeling a cold and crisp wind and hearing the sounds of horses in the distance. I was almost expecting to start hearing a Tuvan throat singer. Beautiful at sunset and sunrise and even in between. I miss the open spaces. I miss the high desert and its wonderful summer thunderstorms. It’s nice to know my soul can wander where she will, unlimited by the constraints of the waking hours.