May 23: Rivers after rain

“I thought how lovely and how strange a river is. A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through it is never the same water and is never still. It’s always changing and is always on the move. And over time the river itself changes too. It widens and deepens as it rubs and scours, gnaws and kneads, eats and bores its way through the land.”

― Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn

We ventured to see what the river looked like after the thunderstorm last night - everything was luminous green, washed by the rain - and the river was flowing, gurgling and splashing over the rocks in the way. I don't think it has ever looked the same each time I have been there. It gives a certain comfort, knowing things are continually evolving, second by second, and the true differences can only be seen after vast amounts of time.