Finally! Enough rain to flood our pastures creating what we refer to as Winter Lakes. This event is months overdue this year. It’s actually good to see some rain.The park where I occasionally walk Sissy turned into a pond from the river overflowing…. but the sunset was pretty! Note the road leading into the park on the right dropping into the water. Pity Sissy doesn’t like going for a swim.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories