It's late and I find myself listening to the Israel Kamakawiwo'ole version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." It's a platinum hit played with only a ukelele and his incredible voice. And it's all about dreams.
I don't know if you were also a Wizard of Oz kid when you were younger, but, if you were, you probably remember the sepia scene where Judy Garland, on her Aunt Em and Uncle Henry's chicken farm, imagines a world where "troubles melt like lemon drops high above the chimney tops."
Think back to the end of Wizard of Oz. It was all a dream. Dorothy's real "somewhere over the rainbow" world was always right back on that chicken farm, which did not need to be a sepia existence. She just had to learn to actually dream the right way: for an everyday kind of perfect.
Keep dreaming, Coffee Lovers.
Join me for a cup.