Walking along a frozen lake. We need to get to the other side, so we start on the ice. It starts getting mushy, then we’re swimming. It’s cold, I help the person I’m with, and we swim fast to the bank. We get out and wait for the others.
In a group circle, with Ms. Drake, talking about our day. I flash back to going out to Canada, seeing a bunch of houses, looking closer, and realizing that they’re refugees’ makeshift houses on pre-poured concrete bases. There are people around making more and living in them, some are small and circular, even the more traditional square houses are built up like Alexander would do. The prime minister is visiting them, and he goes to leave and falls down in the mud. Talk in the circle about recapitulation, and how I was looking for a house in Canada. Christina is sad that I’m thinking of leaving. I say that we’re just looking around.
