"...a dream"

I was Homeless again.

The Midwest.

Cold wind snow.

I wandered the wide frozen flatlands.

There were people. Farm families that had lost their homes.

I joined their column as they walked beside a highway.

They were kind to me. I was wrapped in a blanket against the terrible winds. A blizzard though the sun was above, and a silver moon on the horizon.

Tents.

They took us in.

Outside winter inside spring. It was warm with grass on the ground. A dream I slept, and dreamed within the dream. 

I sat on a beach. Watching the waves come in. I sat, and watched till I awoke.