Broken Boulder dream for me anything, but dream it in color

she senses that he does not want to talk and she laments her lack of awareness. she knew he needed to, but it would have to be in his own time. soon they had reached the borders, swathed in pastel watercolour. she lay down in the flowers, rolling onto her back to gaze at the sky. the sun had broken through the clouds, revealing a robin's egg spring day. i like it here, she says, turning to her brother with a giggle at his silly posturing.