Day Dreams

Lately, Catharine and I have been dreaming, perhaps too much.  Unable to concentrate in our morbid and dreary classes, our thoughts wander from what reality offers to what our imagination can provide.  Our minds have this terrible but beautiful way of fabricating lives we wish we had.  In these dream lives, in these beautiful worlds that exist only in our heads, we do everything according to our core passions:

We awake in our red brick apartment, dawn just spilling it's heavenly colors over the sky, a soft hazy orange showing through our windows.  We shower and dress and apply our makeup chattering about our plans for the day.  After we prepare and eat our lovely breakfast of oatmeal and strawberries with green tea and orange slices, we proceed to our balcony that is bordered by rusted white iron bars in baroque style.  I have my daily cigarette, the soft velvet smoke making it's smooth ascent into the sky while Catharine beholds the breathtaking sight, as always, angelic and resplendent in that golden light.  Our ballet academy is only a short distance from our apartment building(that is cloaked in lush ivy), so we walk there, arm in and arm, our breath showing in the frigid air.  We arrive at the beige studio, its seemingly ancient walls and white windows a beautiful sight to us in the glowing light.  For 4 hours we dance.  Our troubled thoughts, our pressures, our worries, we lose them all in the graceful flow of ballet.  We stop for lunch, a Diet Coke and maybe a cigarette, only to begin again, inspired still by the incredible pieces of Tchaikovsky, Debussy, and Chopin.  It is nearly 3 when we stop and though of course tired, of course weary and physically exhausted, we are happy.  Our minds thrive, our passions are alive.  The rest of the day is devoted to painting, writing, cleaning, cooking, reading, drawing, small strolls in the park below our flat, and what ever else our hearts desire.  On weekends we have dinner parties, we repaint our walls and decorate, we thrift shop, we have divine picnics in the park and drink glistening champagne.  In short, we live.

How it pains one to imagine these perfect existences, I'm sure many of you will understand.  However, we will not let the sadness of it defeat us.  It makes us doleful creatures, true, but it also inspires.  Having such vivid fantasies only makes the determination to attain them stronger.  These dreams will become reality.  They simply must.

Surprisingly delicious.

That beautifully dim light.

Recipes to be put on our Flickr soon.

House wives.