In the car, we were listening to Five Children and It. There’s a line about flying when you’re dreaming.
I’ve never dreamed of flying I said to Geoff. Have you?
Geoff nods.
That hardly seems fair. But if I were to fly in my dreams, I think it would be like a painting by Chagall. I would fly like a woman in a Chagall painting surrounded by colour.
Perhaps I’ll try to think of Chagall and flying before going to sleep tonight. Just to see what will happen.