07/08/20

A dream last night of walking into a village down the steady incline of the high-street. It seemed to be somewhere in eastern-Europe and was caked in snow and ice. A man before me fell in the sludge and dropped the tin bowl he was carrying. Others were carrying these bowls as well – oblong, white with a blue rim. I arrived at the centre of the village where there was a large round body of water, a hot spring, at which they were filling the bowls. I could feel the warmth of the water as I passed close to its edge. I walked into a courtyard surrounded by high stone walls. It was medieval in character with a perfectly kept lawn in the centre, and seemed to me like a church cloister. I looked up at the walls and regarded the angles of the shadows against their smooth stone face.