River Life

After a gloriously hot weekend of lounging by the riverside–reading books in the hammock, drinking wine by the fire along the bank, jumping in the river to swim, feeling like a kid at summer camp, the temperature dropped and the rains came. The smell of wet redwood trees is invigorating. The air, though cool, holds onto that summer humidity. This river feels magical in all her phases.

I take an evening walk and smell fires burning inside cabins deep in the woods. Everything reminds me of summer camp, of spending all night outdoors, of lightning bugs and starry skies.

The river has won me over. I adore her presence, her moods, the way she dances with wildlife. I could spend all day just sitting on her banks observing the birds fly, the fish jump, the bees pollinate and the water slowly flows.

I am excited for what each day brings–what mood will she be in when I awake in the early morn? How will we end the day together? I take one last look before bed, I listen to the crickets, I take a deep breath and I feel grateful for all that did not work out to bring us here, to this spot. Sometimes when life doesn’t work out the way you want it to, it leads you to something more beautiful, something beyond what you could have imagined for yourself. You never know what’s next. 💫✨