For many a day I believed each drop of the river this large body of water swam to the mouth of a sea to find contentment but now I know the truth it is just a part of me letting go.
Even in winter calm sounds of Big Thompson running clearly can be heard loud and strong with beauty of its own. Come springtime with melting of snow the rush shall be on to reach reservoirs and farming needs with hopes another flood doesn’t proceed. With movement of water a musical piece one must listen to hear each note.
Yes, air is fresh, water cool but perhaps just listen is the best prescription to relief gray hearts on such a weather day. Many moments have been spent here in tranquil but perhaps just listen shall cure all. I feel you near