The golden ring

The other day I had a strange dream. I was at work, probably overseas travelling or something. I was in a discussion with some directors when I noticed that I was wearing the ring once again. It brought me a sense of comfort and stability, a sense of grounding and belonging. It was our ring, but it wasn't quite the same. Somehow it was a little older, a little flatter, and it had become golden. I felt slightly older too, more certain, confident and composed.