Beginning to Remember

The first sense from the portal destination was contentment and a smile to the eyes- of barnyard kin and neighbor, those curious smiles welcomed in tandem with an expectance, something I cannot put my finger on or elaborate, but only as that I was a visitor but not a stranger. Eager but calm faces silhouetted amidst the moonlight's particle beam, dusts that danced like Fairy-folk in training held spotlight and stage to announce me in theatrical swirl. The scent of damp straw permeated just enough to add to the ambience. Then I looked out and slightly skyward, just below mountain level- to the east. There sat a great City- which looked to be made of Topaz and Steel and an impossible white material that reminded me of alabaster and taffy. That is where I remembered, that I met her.