Last night, I dreamed of Walden Pond.
Everything was dark, the sky and the water. I waded in waist deep. I tried to swim. I wanted to follow my usual path. But every time my feet pushed off from the sand, I could not move forward. There was something holding me back.
On my feet, rain boots filling with water.
On my body, clothing soaking up water like a sponge.
Try as I might, I could not propel myself through the dark, shiny water with the ease I was used to.
Metaphor for this moment in my life?
Your guess is as good as mine.