“There is a statue of a woman sitting in a sort of meditation pose, with her legs crossed, holding her hands out at her sides and her thumbs touching her index fingers. Her head is slightly up as if looking towards the sky, but with her eyes closed. There are cracks here and there all over her body, and you can see light shining through the cracks, it’s very beautiful. It shows peacefulness and wellbeing.” He looked off into the distance as if looking at a true memory. “In the distance I see a large bridge but it’s a bit blurred. It feels like a memory. I think I walked there, it feels really familiar. But I can’t remember when or where it is.”
“Sounds like an interesting sculpture, one that I’d like to have in my art gallery,” I said, almost to myself. It really did sound like something I would’ve loved to have there.
“You own a gallery?” His gaze landing on me, snapping out of his memory.
“No I don’t own it, I just work at one. But I would like to own a gallery some day.”
I told him more about my work and what kind of art we brought in as we moved slowly forward sitting on the backs of the unicorns. I even told him about my boss, the good with the bad and he laughed at that.
“She sounds like a challenge!”
“Yep, you could say that. So, should we get some wind in our hair?” I looked over at him with a challenging look.
“Thought you’d never ask.” His smile was wide as he bent down slightly and as if on cue the unicorn knew what he wanted and they took off. We followed them in their gallop, the warm wind blowing in my hair. I sat steady on the back of the magnificent creature holding on to its thick mane. We galloped side by side with a nice speed