another walk down the dream road

since my favourite season is Fall, I sometimes wonder if when I die and I am walking up to the Pearly Gates hopefully for admission that the scene will look like this……I imagine that in Heaven, you have the choice when you wake up each morning to select your age for the day, the weather and place, the people you will see, a whole host of choices…..I expect that Sundance the cat, Diamond, my first golden retriever, and Shakespeare, her little brother, will all meet me at the gates. Shakey will have a tennis ball in his mouth. And we will walk further into the woods and then down to the beach so I can throw the yellow ball out into the blue grey lake waters.


Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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