About this blog

In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...

I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...

Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...




Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Good morning...


Good morning, Beautiful.

I hope that you slept well and that as you rested that you were able to lay down any worries, concerns and cares for a while. I hope that your mind was at ease and that you dreamt sweet dreams.

As the stars in a velvet sky turned overhead, I hope that you dreamt of yourself tall and straight and strong. I hope that you dreamt of your feet on white sand and a warm breeze – your curls spilling out like root beer over shoulders freckled in constellations. I hope that you dreamt of your brilliant almond eyes, the backs of your hands and red finger nails..

I hope that you dreamt of giant eagles circling overhead then swooping down to land before you, bowing to you as you climbed onto their backs. I hope that you dreamt that the eagles rose into the air with their powerful wings carrying you on their backs. I hope you dreamt of  talons and a sharp beak and yellow beaded eye and felt the rush of the wind as the world fell away below you. I hope you dreamt of the loud piercing cry and the echo from the canyons. I hope that you soared over plains and rivers and mountains. I hope that you felt your heart beat and the blood in your veins and a wild thrilling calm of a fierce spirit within.

I hope that you dreamt that she obeyed your every command without voice, flying to wherever you desired, diving at breakneck speed and gently gliding on warm breezes. I hope that in your dreams you shouted out to the world a war cry of triumph and your voice rang for miles. And I hope that when it was time to return you felt safe in the ruffled feathers and the beating wings as she landed back on the beach. I hope that in your dreams as she flew back into the air, circled once and called out before vanishing over the horizon, that you knew that you could call her back.

I hope that you dreamt of blue skies and swift moving white clouds – waves rolling up to the beach and the rhythmic sigh of the ocean breathing. I hope that you dreamt of warmth and light and in the remaining day, the promise of happy ease. I hope that you dreamt of you in a place of sun-kissed skin and sand and water and the company of those who love you best.

In your dream, I hope that you smiled such that even the sun could not compare.

Just me.


 
 

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