The first thoughts of Spring were tapping on the door, we had just settled down for the night, We opened the door and let them in. We held these Spring thoughts in our hands and in our hearts. Later in the night we could hear a cold wind blowing by; just Winter saying goodbye for now, I’ll see you again soon enough.
The river is a fine book to read; that can’t be helped. The river races from high ground to low like words down a page, like a run-on sentence wrapped around a wonderful plot. Of course, you do have to read between the lines sometimes.