Dreamscape

I wander through a crowd of people.
The night is young, the band is alive
with the music they’re playing under
the stars. Summer, the months in the
northern hemisphere where the sun warms
the earth, the light stays late as the days
drift by in a blur, a hazy hot blur, where 
walking outside feels like stepping into a
warm pool without decision. I continue
my winter habits, layers of blankets
cover my limbs, only to be pushed away
while in a dreamscape. I embrace the green
on the leaves and the shade of blue covering
cloudless skies beyond the water. It is here,
I inhale easy, it is here, I am free.