From the Depths

The rain arrived last night, announced itself on the window panes, and settled into the steady pitter-patter rhythm that greeted us this morning.

I dreamed of Lake Washington, where there’s a prehistoric forest at the bottom that dates back to the ice age.

A 500 year old sturgeon floated up to the surface one year when I was swimming there. I remember the lake grass grabbing my legs and pulling me back to shore.

The center of the lake.

Down there.

In the depths.

Another world.