I dreamed last night that I was flying.
I flew over Logan.
I waved to everyone below standing on the Quad Old Main strong in the background.
I flew faster.
Flew through Sardine Canyon.
Flew through Brigham City each space a blinding blur. A wild crazy adventure.
Then I suddenly stopped.
And hit the ground hard.
I had to shake my head for a moment allow my vision to come into focus.
This is what I saw. (See pic above)
Mount Ogden beconing me home.
Though my heart was full of sadness for the friends I had made and loved,
The tears we shed together,
The midnight slurpee runs,
Crazy finals behavior.
And yet the mountain beconed, slowly called me home.
Come back to us.
Come home to us.
Be one with us.