 Dreams of blue, from behind my transparent wall, I listen to the crashing lights from above and watch the sky hide behind a blanket of gray, painting the rooftops in darkness. The tempo of rain drops rise and the taps on the glass become louder as if the rain is begging to come in. Now the window is moving to an interior view and I see myself sitting alone in this room painted like the summer sky. My home, the place where I crawled and the shadows of my parents who taught me to make footsteps of my own. Soon I will sink my feet into puddles and search for the cracks in the clouds for the sun so I can finally hear the bing of the hammer and nail when I craft a room of my own.