"I've never been here before." I think to myself.

I look around. It may be a dream, but it feels quite real.

I'm in a room. The windows are open but it is overcast outside. I believe it is summer but there is a surprising chill breeze idly fingering the light drapes. I feel like I'm near the west coast somewhere, perhaps San Francisco or Oregon. Nobody else is with me in the room. I find myself slowly moving toward the windows. The room looks lived-in, all the furniture looks hand-picked and somewhat eclectic. There is no sound but the sursurration of the breeze, and my own breathing.

There is something important about this place.. not so much how it looks, but that it exists, perhaps its location. There is a strong feeling of belonging, of ... peace? That isn't exactly it. Because I actually do feel a strong, almost turbulent feelings; excitement, longing, expectation but also relief, as if from the weight of homesickness being lifted.

I feel the urge to study my surroundings in detail. The carpet, the lights and couches, the hallways. Even the air between the floor and ceiling seems to shimmer with energy. I move to the window. Outside, the sky is uniform blue-grey. The air is cool and thin, as if any distance was reachable just by willing it so. The horizon extends beyond the ocean to the left, hills rise to the right. Other houses dot the landscape, but sparsely. This house is unusual; it seems to be mounted high above the ground, but without checking I cannot tell if it is just tall or on stilts. This window is normal; however the one facing the ocean is a 'cat seat' there is a chair built into the wall facing outwards. It is built in such a way that my feet would almost drop over the edge of the floor, connecting me directly with the outside.

There is a sort of vertigo, not strong or unpleasant, just a giddiness that could be excitement as easily as height. This place speaks to me of change, comfort, travel, sleep.

The crimson hill, bright against the darkened eastern sky, its trees throwing up gnarled arms. The wind is hurrying past the stand on its way somewhere. The air is cool, the first snap of autumn. It is about to rain.

As I watch the trees and the sky, my mental state changes to match my surroundings. My thoughts of people fade, and I'm left with the feeling of the wind across my mental plateau as well. At first trees look forbidding; but as I move closer they stand apart, they don't mind me passing through. I believe I am aware of everything around me, I feel like all my senses are sharpening. I crouch, watching the sun near the horizon. Behind me the storm clouds silently move over the trees. The feelings I get from the changing environment are just as powerful as any I would get from a film or personal interaction.

I wait for the rain.

I wish I could make myself light enough to float above the grass. To let the wind move me to the places it goes, to slide through the forest without making a sound. Sursurration of the grass brings me back to myself. I have nowhere to be, no destination but here.

I know I will keep this moment with me, forever.