He sat on the bench as he did everyday, drinking in the sunrise, absorbing the warmth of the day, motionless as the movement of the day swirls around him. He rests on the bench but his soul is elsewhere, flying far above the ground, traveling to lands unseen and worlds unknown. His steps have been carefully planned and he rehearses his flight every day. He has seen many sun-risings and sun-fallings, many moons and countless years from his seat on the bench. His hair is gray now and his body grows old, but his spirit is still young and restless. His feet would never touch the ground that his soul so faithfully tread.
"All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find that it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." - T.E. Lawrence
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