Last night, I dreamt of being on the steep banks of an enormous river. I want to say it was the Hudson, but I suspect it was merely some nameless dream river. It was night. I looked up at the sky, and several points of fire appeared in the darkness, high above me. As they drew nearer, racing by overhead, they traced rainbows against the black. I wasn't afraid.
Yesterday, I did 1,452 words on "In the Flat Field," but I didn't find THE END.