rising tender_square i am crossing a flyover on foot, one the rising waters have refashioned into a viaduct. there are a pack of people traveling with me that i don’t recognize. the sunlight is full and unobscured, a scene saturated in cerulean. there are a couple of small mountains to my left, a lake of light to my right. up ahead, i realize the highway does not continue, it is blocked by a huge glacier that has tumbled between the cleavage of the hills. i study how the sun cuts the jagged corners of this rock, the surprising brightness of hard edges. i tell the others there is no way we can cross it, we must turn back. as we retrace our steps, whatever town that had been below us is gone, inundated by water. the only visible remnant of what had existed is the top half of a giant golden arches sign peeking above the surface, a pair of eyebrows belonging to a face that will surely drown. i point it out to the others, i tell them to look. i wake wondering if the roadway i am climbing, if the hunk of crystal that blocks progress, is a ballooned version of my wedding ring. or is it clear quartz, melting and spreading into all the corners of my consciousness, enabling me to let go of all i had built before? i know that i am grieving for what i am not yet ready to let go of; i see his golden initial in the water, it is all that remains of this world. i go back the way i came knowing the rising lake will overtake this bridge. and when that happens, all i can do is surrender, take a deep breath and let the air fill my lungs; my body will float, drifting as i look towards the sun to lead me. 220109 ... tender_square from the "book of symbols" entry on "bridge" (pg. 626): "psyche appears to support the separation of conscious from the unconscious, but also a bridging that brings them into creative relationship. the ego, unwilling to sacrifice hard-won defenses and fearing the dangers of the void, is often chary of such a bridging. yet psyche offers guidance in the crossing: unconscious projections that compel libido toward conscious goals; dreams that illuminate the background of interior experience and outer event, the moonlike nature of feeling that blurs unequal opposites into correspondence and parity." 220110 what's it to you? who go blather from