I had a terrible dream last night. I saw the whole Salt Lake Valley under some kind of tent, covering every house, school, church and building, and I heard a child talking to his father.
"Daddy, was there really a time when a little boy could run and play outside?" "Yes, son, I've heard of that time."
"And Daddy what was the color of the sky?" "Why, son, I've heard it was blue, a gorgeous blue."