Splashing our feet in the Mississippi.
Such water flows through my veins and
twists through my roots.
Old Man River.
Here, it seems we only have
lakes and rivers that are this color... I have been spoiled
by Canadian blue-ness and clarity.
The sound of the river boat, then a giant wave splashing
upon the dock. We ran. Laughing. Sopping wet.
Southern summers are a delicate thing that few get to
experience. A delicate thing that you spend your whole
life trying to re-create. I am sure of it.
I am thankful for the roads I have walked down each summer
...and those I will walk down in my mind, forever.
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ReplyDeleteI've sung the chorus most times I've been out kayaking or canoeing;
Thanks for finally introducing to me to him :)