Last night I had a dream. I went to visit my oldest daughter in her new home. She was selling land products at home. And the store was full of colors and scents of vegetables. Few things but very colorful occasionally watered with a hand gesture.

There were many people, but I could see that she was happy. During the lunch break, we sat facing each other. I saw that she looked over my left shoulder, silently smiling.
Then I slowly turned up, and I saw the face of a child. It was full of light, gelatinous and transparent, magnetic and enchanted. My angel, I supposed. Welcome back.