Undercurrents Can Kill: Choose Yours Wisely

Last night I had a dream.  Actually I dream a lot, quite vivid dreams, often with seemingly coherent plots.  But I’m not here to write a novella, so I’ll stick to the relevant part.  I had left a function at our community hall and was walking along the edge of the nearby pond. A light drizzle had just recently begun, so the trees and bushes were hung with heavy water drops.  Two emerald headed adult ducks and two adolescents, also emerald headed, were setting out from the water’s edge.  In waking life only the mallard drake’s head would wear that shining metal helmet, but the poetic license of a dream cannot be argued with. Continue reading Undercurrents Can Kill: Choose Yours Wisely