The Woman in Black.

I wonder who the woman is who appears in all my dreams these days. Whatever the scenario, she’s there – somewhere on the periphery, playing no part, just being there.

Her face and body are completely hidden, enclosed within a long black cloak with a voluminous cowl, and yet I know she’s a woman. She looks to be slightly taller than medium height and has an elegant bearing. She never speaks.

Is she looking out for my interests? Has she come to take me home? Or is there some boringly psychological interpretation? I expect there probably is.