What will I dream about tonight?

Rebecca Crowell

Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as time.

-Thomas Carlyle

As a boy, my son would make small stone dams in the shallows of the Yuba River, beneath an old covered bridge there. The water would swirl around his tiny dams, and sometimes I would help him balance stones in stacks on the river bank. A picnic lunch, a nap on a spread …