wherein the empty pasture had been FILLED with folding chairs...
dark, ebony, folding chairs...
thousands of them...
as far as her eyes could see...
and people were seated....something like 'Tanglewood' in summer...
and there was a stage...
in front of the reindeer sculpture....
and there were dozen of violinists playing....
kind of ethereal, new age music...
and behind the chairs....closer to the end of the L.I.E.....
were huge, billowing, white sheets....on the ground.....
and there were children doing 'downward dog' and plank....
and other, basic YOGA positions....
and there was a peaceful , healing aura that permeated the edges of this
GORGEOUS scene....
and the ferries had come too....
through the hole in the pool....
the ones that inhabited the back woods behind the Hampton house...
and then she awakened....
with the scene etched into her mind's eye...
