It was two-thousand-and-something. My new room was all set up and the sun was shining. I was a penniless student, but I had ideas and a good pal to share them with. The previous summer had been a supercut of nostalgic moments whose temporary nature was apparent at their conception.

Being a creature of reflection, it came up a fair bit, as I re-explored my old town with a new optimism that was part-due to the new situation and partly just because it was sunny. My pal and I went for long walks around the town, played pinball, wasted an inordinate amount of time playing computer games, talked enormous volumes of garbage and planned big things that seemed totally possible.

Twenty years slipped past, and most of those things fell into one of the two waste containers, which were labeled "Pipe dreams" and "Things I don't care about, anymore".

While searching for a picture of my beautiful dog, I came across many, many images from that time, and this one, of the sun coming through my bedroom window, in the summer of ... I wanna say 2004 ... caught my eye. It reminds me of a time when anything was possible (even if extremely unlikely, almost exclusively because of money).

My new CD rack (thanks, Burtbro) was yet to be filled (that was a project, in its own right), and, like my days, life was full of promise, but thin on the action front. I was going to move to America. Later. But first, I was going to visit Australia. But... not right now. It was a time of dreams, and this image reminds me exactly how that felt.

So, this is for the dreamers.