A warm dream about an orange tree
Autumn. A cold autumn outside the window. Or perhaps a bright, clear autumn day—with the wind blowing. You wake up in the morning and think about the dream. In it, you saw a warm marsh. It was in bloom, bathed in bright sunlight; the marsh was dotted with blossoms under those radiant rays. It was warm there. And there stood an orange tree. You gazed at it.
Knee-deep water surrounded you—warm water. You stood there, looking at the orange tree. It reminded you of something—almost like a statue—yet it was simply a tree with a whimsical shape; sometimes branches form such curious patterns. The atmosphere around was pleasant, calm, and sunny. Surprisingly, it was a lovely place. The tree grew on a small, round islet.
You tried to walk around to view the tree from a different angle. The bright, warm sun felt comforting against your skin. You watched the water bubble occasionally—a cheerful sight. There was nothing else around, save for a light mist hovering over the marsh, limiting visibility. You wanted to see what lay around the tree and perhaps venture further.
Such an amazing dream—on a day when autumn had already turned cold.
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