I was walking down a road that was turning from prairie town into the country. If I looked ahead all I could see was scrub brush, canola fields and the occasional tree. If I looked back I saw thirty year old houses, a fifty year old school and one three story building. I was trying to find a place I had been only once before, but I wasn't sure how to get there.
A young girl appeared beside me, or at least younger than me. We talked and rested comfortably in our chatter. At one point I slipped in my age, 25, and she slipped in hers, 21. We realized we had walked too far. The road we were on had made a large arc to the right while it looked like a more major street would have gotten us to our destination.
There was a house and a tent, a boy stood between them, perhaps her brother. A strong wind picked up and turned into a storm. Pants with shoes sewn on to the bottom fell from the sky and we ran for cover. I was in the tent and she in the house with her brother. The wind grew stronger and picked up the tent with me inside, sending us into the sky. A rope kept it tethered to the earth and it sailed like a kite.
I closed my eyes then opened them and I was in the house, with the girl, searching for something. There was no trace of the other boy. I found a stash of small, dried Swedish Berries. I ate some and brought a handful to her. She was in a corner, flipping through some papers. I placed a berry on her tongue, then kissed that place. We embraced and remained that way as I woke.
