river rushing past
barely a moment
to say hello
My favorite thing to do by any swift water with boulders is to climb out on a big rock at sunset, and just sit and watch the play of light on the river. First I am totally focused on the movement of the river itself, gallons and gallons of water pouring past, hurrying, hurrying, but then as the light changes, I like to observe the varying colors of the water itself, the rocks, the trees, and even the sky. Then the river becomes a shadow play interspersed with pockets of light.
In North Carolina, we camped at Horse Cove; the Little Santeelah Creek was right next to our campsite. I love to go to sleep to the rhythm of river sounds.
The thing with river-sitting or river-gazing, is you can do it for a very long time, and still have to force yourself to move on. There is something infinitely fascinating about fast water journeying past. Usually, only almost-darkness prods me off my boulder and back to the terrestrial world.
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