Last Night's Dream

After an emotional evening, I dreamed about Mom. She was in an elegant yet simple room, with a crowd of people surrounding her in an ethereal, festive soiree. Mom smiled, and told everyone that the service was beautiful and that she was happy. And I woke up, spent from the previous day and night. I slogged through ordering and working service desks, but the skies were blue, the sun was shining, and precipitation from this year's snowfall slowly melts away, evaporating upward into the atmosphere. Perhaps this was Mom's gentle sunny way of brushing away snow tears caused from a cold and cruel winter.