And this morning my Lord told me of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream I saw the sky overhead, blue, white. The sun, bright, warm. The wind, a gentle breeze. Silence. The sound of wings. An impression of speed. A shadow, as if a cloud passing over the sun. Feathers, floating, falling. Like snowflakes settling on a frozen lake. Like ash upon the hearth. Like confetti on a throng of guests. Like dust upon the shelves. Like breath condensing on the surface of a mirror. In them all, my own reflection.”