the beavers building 24/7 and it changes so slightly a little each day,
Until you wonder what it used to look like.
Last night I had a dream the ice went out of the river up on the hill.
There is no river but the water came crashing down the hill
and flooded the valley.
Must be how it looked back when this was sea bottom.
My dream, a flashback to my dream about the Wildey Theater. That dream from my childhood, it was a flood of water as tall as the theater. I laid down and went to sleep, was it a death?
Water is powerful and goes where it wants to.
Willy's Pond is growing.