Rushing waters sparkled and danced, flickering diamonds flowing in smooth jade. Or molten glass or dark green taffy, pulled this way and that by the spinning, whirling world.
Clean and clear as the air that rushed along ruffling our hair and tugging at the fly lines, like a happy child might fluff a doggy's ears.
Chuckling gently over the smooth places, it laughed as loud as a drunken party where the rocks tossed and tore it.
You could see inside the rolling waves as if they were glass cases for mobile morsels of whatever the water found along the flow.
Lovely, peaceful, wild and gleeful, this little river is like a shining light upon the land it bisects.
from Northview Diary http://ift.tt/1p8vQee
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