I am in Morocco or Algeria, I am standing in one of those clean white streets, kids are playing (in the background) and it seems like its their day off. It's neither sunny nor extremely cloudy, but just right. I am there for business, in fact I've been there for a long time by now, but there's this feeling of certainty and a lot of prospect; it seems like that day might be my last one, I'm either going back home or leaving for another place.
I am really standing tall and I am wearing a dark blue cardigan and dark jeans and my hair is cut really short, there's a beige scarf wrapped around my neck and even though I wear glasses, I am not wearing mine that day. At this point in time, I love who I've become and even though it's not perfect, it's just right.
I don't know why, but there's that strange contentment and a more of a Monalisa smile (no, I am not pregnant, I am quite sure I am single at that time) on my face and I love the idea.
I don't know why I had this vision, but I like it and I think I want it to become a reality, someday maybe.