Monday, July 7, 2014

Something about a river...

Spent the weekend rafting down a river with friends.  What is it about a river that makes someone think about time, and the interconnectedness of things? The smells, the glimmer of sunlight over cold, green and white water, the muddy banks sliding quietly past- those things mean something. Then I got home, and thinking about it sparked some bit of memory of a poem by Whitman I read a long time ago. So I looked it up, and Walt, you, myself, we are not the first, nor will we be the last to look on a river this way. When he talks about looking at each other through hundreds of years- kinda gives me chills. In a good way. 

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