Dreaming our way to the snowy top of the mountain.

A winter holiday suggests appropriate dimensional directions and wafting-weaving within.

A hot spring, a cold stream and a wavering fern.

Dipping down into ancient memories, last week, last era and last eons.

Are we new, recent or just contemporary – we do not know.

But a bank wants our account and doesn’t imply a goal of any amount.

We trudge on with abandon and dynamism.