Inconsequential Woodstock Drive Dream

Dream - passing by the top of Woodstock Drive with Em. A bright summery day, one of those days associated with the first warm days of spring. Leaves on the trees. I remember their pale green under the blue, slightly cloudy sky. Em asks if I want to go and see my old house, further down Woodstock Drive. I say I do not, though am not sure why. We walk on toward Uxbridge.