Dreams and Things

I am at at a riverside lodge. It is an old  rustic place constructed of logs and old and musty slats of redwood nestled among giant redwood trees. It has an air of familiarity - many guests have stayed there during the late summer months. But now it is late spring. The air is comfortably warm and the staff have time to pursue their hobbies and, occasionally, trysts. My job is unclear but that does not matter to me. I am instead fascinated by the wide calm river that runs next to the resort. The river is separated from the resort by banks of stone. The stones are jagged but with round edges. A person can comfortably scramble among them without fear of injury unless they decide to jump -the rock ledges are steep. I have a route through them which leads to my own secret place beside the river. The river is dark brown/green. It s not possible to see inside it. The river is calm with a very very slight current flowing to ...