Today I sat in the middle of a river near my house. Being late summer, it’s very low and one can walk all the way to the middle on exposed rocks. I love sitting there, listening to the therapeutic sound of cascading water while thinking about life and my First Love.
A couple months ago, this tame little river was a different story! We had a 50-year flood that destroyed property, bridges, and completely rearranged the path of the river. In fact, there are stretches of four-foot mounds of sand and boulders that didn’t used to be there before—all washed downstream from the raging waters.
All of this got me thinking about people.
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