A beautiful warm day, with fluffy clouds lazily meandering across the brilliant azure sky. The sky held my attention for a while. I have never seen such a color in the heavens. No smog. No pollution. Only the triumvirate of sun, sky, and cloud.
“Have they skies such as these, Woman? You look up as if you had never seen the sky before. Are your lands so strangely different than those of Greece?” I looked to the speaker. A beautiful man, with shoulder length hair and a face full of plump contentment. I realize, while I understood the words he said, he spoke Greek to me. I knew at once, I was dreaming.