. . . and I look down to realize I am rowing a boat.
My arms create waves that loop white on blue-purple water.
With each stroke, I come closer to the shore where the castle stands.
Three more heaves, two more, and this final one come
before I step onto the crag. 

Doors immediately open to me, and I look up high as I enter
this castle. Treading upon the floor of a chess board, I note 
billowing clouds through the windows above opening to the sky.
One step speeds into hundreds, and I stand in the center of 
hallways, but which to walk?

Down one hallway I come upon self-portraits: two years old, then
fifteen, then twenty, thirty five, fifty into ages beyond me now.
Am I seeing my future? I wonder, for on the wall opposite I find 
the memories for those years. Memories yes - but I don't recall until 
just now, this walk, this moment.

The hallway ends, and I stand on yet another crag, this a 
mountain with a path back down the hill to where I've been or 
a new boat with billowing sails, positioned towards the now setting sun.
The day has passed. Which choice do I make?