Santiago Fantasy
A friend is doing the Camino in Spain and if I could,
I would join him. Not that he wants a companion...
I could manifest a luxurious rikshaw with an excellent driver.
A beautiful adoring male with glistening arms and strong legs, wearing a grass skirt, a wide brimmed woven hat with colorful pompoms and a long grey beard.....looking back at me with smiling eyes. As he leaps forward into the the air, I tip back and drop fast, a thrill that runs deep and mostly forgotten, just to rush up again, wind in my hair.
The woollen tassles on my massive colourful umbrella lift and drop and the awning billows The massive turquoise and purple feathers on the carriage quiver and wave through the air.
Loping along the trails we go, smoothly, silently......thrillingly, the empress of the galloping dragon-bird, eyes closed and arms aloft.
My smile is blissful and my breathing deep.
I hear my name floating on the wind....
We pass the weary traveller's sweating and praying.
I wave a lofty arm and lay back into the feathers....
See you at the cathedral.
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