What's in your fantasy garden?

[orleans]

6. there is a gazebo with a winding stone path leading to it

it is decorated with "fairy lights" (small, multi-colored xmas lite strands)

there is a quiet sound of crickets. the moon is a crescent.

sitting in the gazebo is my mom. she has a glass of iced tea she is drinking. there is a glass waiting for me. she smiles as i approach and says my name. i am overjoyed to be with her again.

it is a perfect summer evening.

i sit down beside her and wrap my arms around her. she hugs me back.

today is the fifth anniversary of her passing.