100 word prose-poem, 1 word title...

Dream...

Dog and I, an unfamiliar path... 

Filtered light of summer through the fresh green canopy sparkles diamonds on the warm ferns and grasses along the way, 

which narrows and loses itself,

finds itself,

suddenly

beside a driveway and an isolated brick-red house.

A dog barks, an open bay-window and,

sweet,

     -a drowsy clarinet

      filling the sudden air and

      echoing the birdsong...

Had someone leaned out and, mellow, called my name, or not called my name, 

I might have answered, 

I might have left my lovely life

without a thought,

without a backward glance,

and, longing, entered the house...