Well.... technically this isn't a river, but water from a river that had risen about six feet or so and spilled into these trails. The dry riverbed just beyond that farthest tree used to be my playground when I was younger... and a place of quiet reflection when I was a little older.
I ponder whether or not it is sad, or even possible, that one of the fondest memories I may have is from when I was sitting alone on a rock by a river ... just breathing. It has been a long time since I have done that.
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