It’s the beginning of Spring and I had a dream last night:

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows across the winding highway. I found myself veering off the familiar route, drawn towards a hidden path shrouded in mystery. The road led to a secluded farm, its gates guarded by two imposing white lions, their golden manes shimmering in the fading light.

Fear gripped my heart as I approached, the car windows offering a fragile barrier against the powerful predators. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the rhythmic thump of my heart. As I ventured on foot, a playful lion cub emerged from the shadows, its playful antics contrasting with the menacing presence of its parents.

The journey continued, leading me through a labyrinth of winding paths and towering trees. The farm, once a symbol of tranquility, now felt like a hidden world, teeming with secrets and unknown dangers. Descending a wooden staircase, I reached a crossing point, hoping to return to the familiar safety of the highway. But fate had other plans. A sudden barrier blocked my path, forcing me to retrace my steps, the farm now feeling like a prison, trapping me in its mysterious embrace.

The end

Maybe it’s time to examine the obstacles on my path?