The river peacefully saunters on its way. The air is dry and pleasant.
The temperature goes unnoticed. There are no highs or lows, only a middle ground of comfort.
I wonder what secrets the river has washed away or hidden in its depths.
On slow days the sky can see its reflection. And the river calmly hides behind this mask.
Don’t be deceived for the river has plenty of fury it can build upon.
In its fury it has no patience for sky reflections.
Most days it will let the wind caress it, and gentle lines give evidence of the wind’s direction.
Humans gravitate towards the river for it can provide food and a pathway to adventure.
The river is both a giver and a taker.
movingforwardslowly 