Tucker Frye- Down By The River

A few weeks ago I went down to the river at Lion's Gate. It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue except for a few marshmallow clouds, chubby with white and gray. I could hear birds singing and saw the dark wings of the Osprey as they flew overhead seeking pray in the waters below. The river. The dark, murky water calls me to the banks as I slowly slip my shoes off and leave them on the sand. The water is too cold to swim in, but the perfect temperature to dip my aching feet in. Standing ankle deep in the water, I begin to let my worries pour form my head to my toes. I allow the icy water to suck the stress and worries of my day out of my toenails and draw them out into the deep. Water often has this effect on me. Sometimes I do not even need to step into the water. On days when my head is clouded, all I do is stand by the water and listen to it lapping on the rocks. My head becomes clear and I can appreciate and pay homage to the vast and cold mother who washes my blues away.