The year was 1987, the place was Mumbai, India.
I had a strange dream.
I dreamt that one morning when I woke up I saw an entire street covered in snow - the roofs of the houses all white.
This was a very strange dream as there were no little houses in my street in Mumbai and it never snows there. In fact it's never cold there - I am of course comparing the cold to New Zealand for cold is quite subjective And the little houses or the street that I saw certainly didn't exist anywhere in Mumbai.
And so the dream was stored away in the tiny compartments of my brain and forgotten.
The year was 2011, the place was Wellington, New Zealand and a bitterly cold winter.
It snowed all over New Zealand right down to sea level. I moved to Wellington in 1988 and in my 24 years here the 2011 snowfall was the first ever. In fact it was the first down to sea level in 50 years.
I stood in my garden ready to click the pictures when I had this strange sensation come over me and my mind went zooming back to that dream in Mumbai.
For the scene before me was just like that dream back then.
Was this Déjà Vu? Or was that Déjà Vu as well?
Here's the picture I took that day that was just like the scene in my dream.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more,
We shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
~ Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (my favourite book of all time)
Linking to the GBE2 prompt "Déjà Vu"
Have a dreamy day.