I walked along the bottom of the River. Its weight pinning me to the riverbed as lightly as gravity. Above me the current played with itself, kneading the surface into rolls and peaks that bubbled and gossiped.
From my vantage point, I could see a Dog getting comfortable on the bank. He had just caught the Sun and was chewing on it the way all dogs chew on their favorite toy.
Far away from me, on a boulder protruding from the river so far upstream it was downstream and so far downstream it was upstream, stood a Lady crowned with blood red flowers and adorned in grave dyed shawls.
She watched the Dog, sighed and shook her head, and watched the River flow over me in silence.
It felt like home.