A dream

I have this reoccurring image in my head, like a dream, of two little girls in pretty white dresses playing in a stream. Their hair is brown but glinting strawberry blonde in the sunlight that dapples through the green leaves of the forest. We're all in a clearing of the forest where the stream is shallow and gliding slowly over large smooth stones. Wherever the sun hits the water light sparkles off the surface and reveals glinting silver fish that swim around the older girl's ankles. It's warm - the air, the water, the grass on which the baby sits. She looks about a year and a half, burbling and laughing at her reflection in the water. The older girl is 5, maybe younger. She's standing in the middle of the stream watching the fish and the water and the bits of fluff that float on the surface. There are bits of fluff in the air, twirling around them lazily, illuminating as the pieces drift through each shaft of light. Everything is bathed in a rich gold as if its dripping in honey, everything smells fresh and light and warm.