Dream in which I leave for the bustop, Ed is already ahead of me and seems to be turning back to go to the house...this a common scenario: we'd walk out the door a little too late, and see the bus pulling up from the top of the hill. There'd be no point in running. Just walk back the house and get a ride from mom.
"We can still make it," I say. On the way we stop to play in a small ornamental pond with some other tourists. Turns out it's infested with snakes: there's a big hibernating ball of them beneath a rock in the center. A woman makes a point of showing me that there's nothing to be afraid of. Demonstratively, she tosses them birdseed, which they devour.
Finally we crest the hill, but it has become a mountain. In fact it is so high we can barely see to the bottom through all that atmospheric shading. We must navigate a series of perilous switchbacks and balconies built into the side of the cliff. It's a rickety setup built from pvc pipe, or some kind of doozer ish material, and I am experiencing extreme vertigo as I swing, tarzan-like, from pole to pole.
Don't know if we ever made the bus.
Posted by Alan at December 6, 2004 10:06 AM