Thursday's child has far to go.

In my dream last night I was trying to climb a steep and sandy cliff. Large noses poked out of the sand, taunting me. A tall man hollered from the top of the cliff, he said: Come around this way!

On the other side, the sand was meshed with thick tree roots. Just before I reached the top, the cliff overhang started crumbling. As it exploded the man reached down for my right hand. I grabbed his left foot, and linked in this fashion we were launched high up into the air.

A thought flashed through my mind as we plummeted down from the sky: Please don't let this man break.

Seconds before impact, the world slowed down and we landed with a small thump on a soft grass mat.

The people there cheered and laughed.
It's magic! Julle is getoor!

I woke with a start just after two to the sound of heavy raindrops on the skylights. A thunder storm in the making. It's a blue day: wet leaves and Jacaranda carnage. I wish it were easier to take a leap of faith and I know why it isn't. I wish I could stay at home today - just me and the howling wind for company.