The River Would Always Have Its Way

It was a short drive. I sat in the passenger seat absorbing portions of my life. I had grown up in this place but it didn’t seem like I had actually lived here. My eyes roamed trying to find the memories that mattered. The land held nothing for me, but I could feel love’s anchor for those who still called this home.

The river came into view and my heart began to race. Over the years it had changed course. I stared at it for as long as it was in view, fascinated. I was sure trails I had explored as a child had been washed away. My mind speculated about new trails to be forged because the river would always have its way.

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