That feeling that I was still
moving, wasn't a dizzy feeling at all; it was true! I was
still moving. I was riding Jingle, but I was
riding her in a strange place. "Jingle, am I dreaming?
How did we get together? And how am I riding you? I
was just feeding the dog."
Jingle gave a soft nicker.
I looked all around us to
find where we were. There was no more snow. We
were in a field. Everything was open spaced for miles.
It was still dark, but the stars and the moon lit the night very
well. There was one particularly bright star that caught my
attention. It seemed as if Jingle was following it.
"Jingle, where are we?
I have to be dreaming," I summed
aloud to her.
We rode for awhile and as we
did, I noticed how peacefully quiet it was. It was very
serene and calming. Then I heard a sound off in the
distance. I listened hard to decipher what it was. It
was coming from the direction in which we were heading.
"Jingle, do you hear that? What is that sound?" I
listened again. It sounded like music, very pretty music.
As we drew closer, I then realized it was accompanied with
singing, the most beautiful singing, I had ever heard. It
grew more beautiful, as it did louder, as we continued to
journey. It was so beautiful, I kept chill bumps.
In my heart, it stirred a certain joy.
