and haven't fallen asleep since . . .
this is as close as i can get to my dream -
sharpe was the sun, his glow warming the landscape as he rose behind the mountains . . .
i looked ahead down the trail, and there he was, waiting for me . . .
rifle cocked and ready - i felt better, safer, and so terribly excited . . .
i believe the original image is one of frederic church's south american paintings from the later 1850's (?), and it matches my dream very closely . . .