It’s Wednesday. Yesterday I had hours to kill before my flight home, so I set out along the smallest, slowest back roads I could find.
At a place called Point of Rocks (thank you Jane!), I found a leafy jungle with miles of towpaths along the Potomac River. There were oodles of birds, the occasional cyclist, and a man setting out in his kayak from the boat launch. Let’s stand there for a few minutes and watch the very high waters flow by.
“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time? That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”
Onwards we go,