A beautiful early summer afternoon on the
river-as I walk along the elegant river side. The pale early June
breeze, The shining mud riverbanks somehow revealed, despite recent
intermittent rains. The very same ancient powerful waters. The same age-old path of all snows from winter; and all the rains from on high - slowly making their way down, through mountains and hills- ravines pouring rivulets into tributaries and outwaters. Day after
night. Season after year. A tireless rushing through streams and creeks,
past water-worn stones , as the flow keeps turning and twisting, until
finally it surpasses all obstacles, and empties into this river. And on this day , like any other, you will find the waters roiled, plunging past- the deepest slate blue.
One more moment . This particular land; this particular planet.
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