We had crossed the bridge to find a place in the shade. The bench where we sat offered relative privacy. I was as still as my outer skin would let me be, but I could feel myself trying to get comfortable while squirming some. Inwardly my peace would not be moved.
Our words came and went in the hours we shared. I looked at the rushing water while I listened, wondering where exactly we were heading. The years in between began to fade. I heard words of hope come into my head once more from a night we had spent in my room long ago. It was a song being played over and over…
“Every night I say a prayer in the hope that there’s a heaven….show me the way, show me the way, take me tonight to the river, and wash my illusions away, show me the way” *
* Lyrics Peter Frampton, Show Me The Way