You can't really know a river properly over a short time. It takes years, maybe even decades, for it to reveal all of its faces, and all of its possibilities.
Because of our recent snowfalls and thaws and freezings, the river, which is across the road from us, and which we are lucky enough to drive along daily, got very very high, and overflowed onto the river flats. It really asserted itself this winter. It was wonderful to see.
There were even people skating on the river flats. You see, our river isn't a virile rushing water source. It's lazy. It laughs, and purrs, and gurgles. So it was lovely to see it expand its boundaries....
That's the beauty of a river, the fact that it's always changing, flowing, moving. And at the risk of sounding overly fruit loopy, it's really a metaphor for life itself. And the passage of time. It's beautiful. (And you also get to see amazing wildlife- you can spot geese, ducks, swans, herons, even a bald eagle nesting). So you see what I mean when I say there's never a dull moment here in the country. Especially if you have a river.