Fragment: Wrought Iron Balcony

Thanksgiving morning I dream Chris sits on a patio chair on a small wrought iron balcony overlooking a wooded lot. There is an iron arch at the balcony edge. I hang an ornate wrought iron gate from hooks on the top of the arch. When I wake up and tell the dream to Chris, he asks if he is in Paris. The dream reminds me of the deck at Methodist Hospital that overlooks a restored section of Minnehaha Creek.