I DREAM of flying. And in my dream, I have FLOWN past the woods and above the meadow. I count the fence POSTS, like a trail of breadcrumbs. I am now near the water, trying not to land in the BOGGY wetlands at the edge. I reach for the BOUGH of an oak tree, mid-way up the tree. Pulling myself up into the tree, I climb until I can turn my face to the stars. Peaceful, I sit and await the dawn.

Georg’ann

In for a penny, in for a POUND. Jumped right in, disregarding how TOUGH it might actually be. Floating fast, hit an intense ROUGH patch, the rapids tossing me to and fro. Almost got knocked out by a low hanging BOUGH.

Heather