Summer’s air was unceasingly … hot – t h i c k – HEAVY – silent. It felt as if we were in a lucid dream. The river was lower than it had been in years. We walked across its width and stayed in its arms from morning until dusk. Day after day, we remained in a floating world where our thoughts were like bubbles, drifting off into the horizon. Willingly, we allowed the land to consume us so we could feel the pulse of its heartbeat.