the bridge eventually breaks and we fall in. we all fall in and get caught up. we get swept away and swept off our feet and all of those other things you see in movies. occasionally, we wash up on the bank, alone, tired, unable to stand on our own two legs again, but just as occasionally, we fall back in. crawl away and the bank gives out, slip as we stand up. sometimes we dive in deep, get in over our heads, come up breathless, and just as often we poke one or two little toes in and out of the shallow. regardless of the fashion, we all end up. like this. like everyone else. all of our lives. and the water can be cold cold cold.