2.1.17 The great grand waters

Down by the Connecticut, the ice floes were returning slowly with the sometimes cold cold days.
So I stumbled along the ice slick path, overlooking the river, staying well to the side, watching as the old old river's waters flowed far down to their own uncertainty.
Far down past the hills and mountains that were rained upon. Far down from the brooks and streams and smaller rivers that slowly feed into this big one. The rain bathing trees and brush and every living thing, giving life.
All those places that water from the sky has traveled, and then come together here, to rush on past, filled with all sorts of life, moving inexorably toward the great grand ocean that surrounds the earth.