There is a large fictional river outside a small desert town out west. I was the uninvited companion of a former wife as she crossed the bridge on her personal journey. Once across I decided to go back and retrieve something that was lost. I planned to catch up with her later but I was waylaid by events.
I remember having a confrontation among some large lily pads with one of my children. Finally, he left to join his mother. I found a lost watch. On its face was a splendid animation of molecules welling up from a nuclear furnace. Later I found myself within the labyrinth of a great university library. The book I opened had no words. With difficulty I found my way to the exit.
Now I am at a dance among sophomores. How ridiculous I am to think of winning the heart of one of these young ladies. I hurry out the door where bikes stand waiting among the racks and I awake in the evening light.