Crossing The Mire

[poliphilo]

 I dreamed we had to get across the Great Grimpen Mire. You could tell it was a mire because it was purple and glittered. Crossing it was easier than you might think. We weren't wearing boots but that didn't really matter because there were all these submerged tree trunks and so long as you trod on them you'd keep out of the worst of the mud. To our surprise we were over it in no time.