I was watching my toddler son run around as he had just learned to walk. I saw a small hole in the earth, it was perfectly round, and it was filled with very deep, dark, still, cold water. I felt scared that my son would fall in but my body was slow to move, I was made of lead. He slipped in silently and was gone. I knew he was gone but I still dragged my body over to the hole and thrust my hands down in earnest. I screamed and cried that he was gone. An old love came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder, he smiled and said 'turn around'.....when I did, I saw my son, he was playing happily as if nothing had happened.
