Snow on the mountains this morning. A wintry sun gleams through the grey. I had vivid dreams last night - managed to sleep through the songs but woke when speaking voices came on. They're louder than the songs. Human voices drown us and we wake and the dream disappears. Still, all night, no breaks to hear from the sponsors, a gift.
I feel as though I'm high up in the mountains, swimming in a deep, deep pool. I'm under water by myself, submerged in the cold clear green, surrounded above by mountains, trees, and sky.
Am I dying? Am I feeling this way because I am being called back?
What if you're still in Denver, taking overnights to Kansas?
I do not want to ascertain.