Rushing

Cold. It has been cold. So this is the perfect time to go to the river bottom. I like building dams in the rushing river. Watching the water dry up and move elsewhere. Tossing rocks into the big swirly by the boulder in the middle of the river. Ice friggen cold. So cold is the water that you can't even feel cold you just hurt. And yet my feet stay in. Nothing but wilderness as far as you can see, snow capped Topa Topas to my right, the ocean over the hills to my left. Reverting back to childhood. Splashing in the water, determined.