Thinking?

This picture outside the entrance to Luton town mall got me scratching my head. I suppose if you think of dreams as aspirations then that might make sense. On the other hand I would not want to live out some of my infrequent dreams. Then again maybe they would be classed as nightmares. Oh well it brightened up a very grey, wet, cold day.
I had just driven up the M1 to collect my son who had been on a film shoot in 17th century garb at a muddy snow covered farm. Who said the film industry was glamorous. 
Grateful for: 
A hot coffee in Starbucks.
Seeing my son without prompting give away his hand warmers to a man sitting begging outside the mall.
Relaxing after a long drive.