boccaderlupo | A sphinx

I dreamed I saw my father again. We were sitting in my mom's driveway, at the various tables assembled there. Friends and family were all about. I turned and there he was, at my elbow, seemingly hale and hearty. He didn't look like he was in the later stages, but rather in his prime, hair dark and skin bronzed. "Mi pari bene," I told him again and again, smiling, nudging him with an elbow. He just shrugged.

Then we both leaped up into the air. We were soaring, and the feeling was amazing. I turned to look down, and as I did we began a gentle descent, like a feather. Below us was a rolling desert, pyramids and a giant sphinx, grinning softly.