It was a moonlighted night and we were sitting on a street. The moon was not so strong to overflow everything with her puzzling light but it was nearly sufficient for drawing the footsteps. I was thinking – may be it’s a dream. But it was drizzling to make me awake and realize it’s actually not a dream.
Before sitting on the street we have walked more than 7 miles in 2 hours, without a destination. Actually when we started, we had a destination but soon we lost it. We were six in a group, it was midnight and no one of us knew the exact path where we wanted to go.
It was a deep rural area, the way was muddy. First hour we didn’t even realize that we have lost our way. It was so exciting when we became sure that we have really lost our way.
Somehow we had reached our destination. It was like discovering the highest peak of the world. Then we spent the rest of the night motionless sitting on the street.
Now it seems that I just described a dream of mine!