On my hike, I wrote these lines and took this photo while at the foot of the Chico river as it coursed over the pebble strewn river bed. The path had died out and I was forced down the mountain side to negotiate a crossing.
There is something deeply refreshing about the the swirl and sound of a river. Like liquid crystal it courses the bottom of this verdant canyon that I find myself in– I a speck of red sweatshirt in a vein of wild, untamed life force. I drink with my ears, eyes and soul; peace is it’s gift to me.
