“Great US Rivers Reveal Their Secrets” says one of today’s headlines. I love the thought of the secrets of rivers. Of the stories they murmur to the attentive listener. Of the histories they scrawl out in the longhand of their oxbows. Of the passages they have recorded, the voyages of paddle-wheelers, the treks of kayaks, the diagonal crossing of horse and rider, evading followers.
In today’s rain, here where we have no rivers, rivulets are appearing everywhere, on usually dry ground, promising secrets of their own.
image: Winter River, GVKImages