In the dream, Jared was ten years old again. He rode his motocross bike over the bridge, away from the house, away from restrictions. The stream beneath him was swollen from a solid week’s worth of pelting Florida summer rains. He lay down on the wooden planks for a bit, watching fish and turtles in the water, less than a foot from his face. This was a great way to spend the day.
He biked farther on, down to the pond. Last week, he’d been able to walk out to nearly a third of it, the muck at the bottom squishing and sucking his shoes downward. A family of eels had slinked away from him. Now, his mouth dropped open in surprise and delight.
It was a lake.
This is so cool.
He let the bike drop to its side in the grass, and he ran down to the water’s edge.
The water was a little muddy fro
