Exercises in Being Here, Day 3: watching the clouds, waiting for the river

 

 

 
We were waiting for the river, the boat and I. I knew it was there and I suspected the boat did as well. At 9, from somewhere in the clouds, church bells rang. In a dream, I would have stepped in the boat and rowed out on the white weightless blanket, but this wasn't a dream, even when it felt like one. So we just waited, the boat and I, until first the church appeared, then the village on the other side and much later a little bit of blue surrounded by trees, slowly growing into a moving mirror of the world above.