Had a dream last night. as i was about to wake, i dreamt that it was winter. I walked away from town. A fallow field of snow and ice, an abandoned building, a school, two stories, white-washed and boarded up, towered before me. sun glinted off the white of the schoolhouse, the white of the snow. i turned left and then it was spring. Now i walked easy through new golden wheat. it was soft against my legs. I heard a dog barking and i remembered–farmers don’t like it when people walk through the tender new growth of spring.  I didn’t see the dog, but turned and ran through the wheat the way I’d come, trying to not to break a new path.

I woke up to the news that the Red River is overflowing into Fargo, North Dakota. Again.