We were rescuing some sort of animal.
it was black and white and had no fur on it.
it was small so i could hold it easily in my arms.
I struggled for a second to tie my shoes while cradling the thing.
There was snow all around us, and an ocean near by.
It was a strange sensation, the salt of the sea, hanging on the cold arctic air.
I forget who i was with.
After all of our efforts, the thing escapes, this is the worst thing that could have happened.
Its been spotted making its way over a series of neck breaking ridges, they rise and fall like statistics on a graph, marking the progress of an indecisive cancer patient.
like a hero i can climb these things, taking almost no effort, but the animal is just so far, reaching the ocean now.
Before the actual ocean there is a cold, shallow sound.
the animal is splashing in the water, making its way towards the deep.
He looks at me, i tell him i can’t go in the water, i’m sorry, you’re going to have to go in after it.
i turn and backtrack to the level snow.
i’m not the hero, not even in my dreams.
moments later he returns with the animal in his arms, and i wonder if it really needed saving.