This afternoon a dream from overnight came back to me. I wanted to get it down so I wouldn’t forget, and since I was getting ready to leave and had just a little time, I decided to draw it instead of write it. This is unusual for me – I did not inherit any of the talent for visual arts that is in my family, but the impulse was there.
Here is the dream that began my decade: From the window of a beach condo I was watching rising water. Something broke, or there had been a storm, and the water was rising quickly, up to the windows, sea brown, and shining orange off the surface. Although I was looking through a window I could see it all rising, beyond the walls, beyond the building, over railings and balconies. First I worried, then I just watched. As the water rose, it froze; in the distance frozen waves were suspended over the orange surface. Some one with me opened the window and walked out on to the frozen ocean. Was it safe? How long does it take for a flood to become solid, to freeze below the surface? I stepped out onto the ice…
All day yesterday I tried to get myself quiet and reflective about the end of the year and the start of the next, but it just didn’t happen. Too much static, too much smoke. So maybe later today, after a long, hot shower, I’ll decide what I want to see out beyond the frozen waves this year.
