Giant Dreams original

I am open to grand gestures.

The shades of morning are lifted, eyes rest upon a giant man sleeping comfortably on the city's stone bridge. A fire engine, acting as a pillow is cradled in the giant's arms, as early morning pedestrians ogle the unexpected sight. Oh imagination: speak to me of fairy tails, of poetry and yarns. Tell me of the impossible and all its hidden charms. for I am open to grand gestures .

A giant dreams on the bridge.