It all starts with a woman and her talking boat. This dream that is.

But don't be mistaken. This isn't a dream.

Together they would float. The woman and her talking boat. And had there been others they would have spoke slyly of her, out of the side of their mouths and with crooked tongues. 'A woman, talking to a boat!' they would boast, 'What good is she, floating all day. And by what? Look at her. Not even with a paddle. At the mercy of the current, nevertheless!', and they would shake their heads disdainfully and walk off in disgust.

And the woman would blush and be red, and soon after that she would be ashamed, and later that night, having been tucked away, she would be compelled to abandon her boat, because how silly it is to have a boat, and for it to talk, and for her to do nothing at all but travel at the mercy of the current all day.

But that was not to be, because this time, because this isn't a dream, there were no others. There were only trees on the shores and the river below. And our two companions, floating together, lost admidst the wonderment.

- posted by Sigurd11/05/2004 10:23:00 AM