Last night in my dreams, i descended into the river. The water was warm. The other shore was obscure, dark, and unknown.

I waded close to the middle of the water where current was fast and unforgiving. If I had walked further then perhaps it would have sweeped me up in it's strength and torn me under, bearing me eventually to the other shore. There a new path would begin.

But I had no interest in that place yet, I stayed within the shallows, comtemplating, thinking about something unbeknowst to my conscious mind. And then, a scene of wonderment. People were jumping into the river from a cliff. But there intent was never to die, but to live, to go to the place where the water would take them.

I helped a woman and her child from floating too close to the middle of the river. And then I followed them down the water...into something new, into wherever the river flowed.