Dreaming Free

I had a dream from some time, long ago, last night. I think it must be my version of the Buddy Guy blues riff, "I done got old". We were playing on an open field, a game of keep away with a ball, sometimes it was a filled sock, (it was a dream after all). So many young men and women, (some I recognized), some beards, long hair, joyful, showing off our speed and agility, no hate, no venom , up and down the field like lion cubs on the beach. Just the sheer love of running, of movement, of what we were meant to be. And I thought, in the midst of my dream, how many times I had played that game, once upon a time and how long it has been since I played, or even thought of playing, and how, with these achy bones, impossible. to play right now, and with these thoughts in my dream, I then gladly rejoined the game.