I was dreaming that I was writing in my blog. That’s kind of a stupid dream, isn’t it?
But in this dream where I was writing in my blog, Michelle’s ghost was leaning over my left shoulder. I could feel her touching my neck. Her ghost never talks to me, much. Just that she’s hanging around, sometimes. I knew years ago that her ghost had followed me to Korea. Or maybe ghosts have a way of getting around.
When I woke up, it was snowing. I took this picture walking to work this morning.
Work is the building dead-center, across the street.
