I love late summer on the river.
Where all the
grasses are long enough that you can see the pathways used, all night long, for
the large wild ones to go up over the arroyo , and down to the river.
Where, if you look closely on the waters, there is stippling in large areas, due to the young fish, their mouths pulling up to the top of the waters, feeding upon the insects that graze there also.
We never have cause to notice these things, if life has not tangled and then slowed at some point, in so many ways.
We would miss such timeless immersion, in all things like this.
Where, if you look closely on the waters, there is stippling in large areas, due to the young fish, their mouths pulling up to the top of the waters, feeding upon the insects that graze there also.
We never have cause to notice these things, if life has not tangled and then slowed at some point, in so many ways.
We would miss such timeless immersion, in all things like this.
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