Dreaming

 I know this to be a fact but yet it's hard to not indulge in this line of thinking. The grass is always greener on the other side. But I always wonder what life's like as a writer, having the luxury to be immersed in the written and created world without the errand of work, and the pressure of making a living. That is without a luxury that we can never afford for ourselves this side of eternity (whatever that means, at this point), but I dream.