After a bike ride job hunt and coffee at the Swim Cafe, Etta hosted a lovely dinner party. And then I fell asleep.
I dreamed she and I were on the edge of sheer bluffs and giant waves rolled forward and washed over the wooden staircases. When they receded she jumped in. Many scared minutes later I jumped in. The end of the dream was New Year’s Eve and we crossed a river into the forest to search for the line to which the snow had retreated.
It’s good like waves on the shore are good. Like bleached bones in the sun are good. Like deer sleeping under a tree in the snow are good.