I saw my mother last night. She was sitting, 80 feet in the air, in a Sitka spruce. She was naked, and her skin was wet.
I thought it was raining, but then I saw, she was dripping sweat. She said it started the December I was conceived, the night she drank cool water and steam rose from her mouth.
She told me to stand under her until I could wring water from my clothes. She said that should give me a few days before the fire did me in.