20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
I dreamt, once, of a wide low river of green water. It was warm and…inevitable. Years ago, I remember sitting in the rain, by a pond. Droplets everywhere; unpredictable circles. It’s funny how something can seem both random and planned. Upstream (a little less than a year ago) I had a plan for this day. There was a small fact that was the key to it. But — Tempus fugit. Things got random.
My plan was a dream that I took for inevitable — but dreams are like water, and water can be a river or a raindrop. Much seems like a dream, now. The world is an ocean of it. I no longer have a plan for today, so I’ll just say:
Happy Birthday, Audrey.