I took this photo at the start of summer last year in Australia. This beautiful yet strange grass covered a field overlooking the Great Ocean Road at Pt Roadknight. Up close, when the sun is shining, golden grass such as this reminds me of what it feels like to be in a dream. The softness of the experience. The softness of the touch, the smiles and laughter ringing out. Not quite being able to catch and hold onto what you just saw or heard. Never quite clearly able to see a face. And then, the process of waking up. Still with your eyes closed, still in a dream. When you start to feel the crinkled cotton and the weight of the feather doona keeping you warm and snug, the remnants of a dream dancing in front of you. Teasing you. The more you become aware of your conscious surroundings, the more it disappears. Away. When the sun shines through soft grass in a field, and the breeze makes it dance, it reminds me of what it feels like to be in a dream. The touch. The smiles and laughter. The emotions that aren't ever clear but leave you feeling something. These soft dreams move mountains. And they just dance, lightly in the breeze. Delicate yet strong. Slipping away between fingers.