You have walked this creek many times,
alone and with your children,
your bare feet shifting with the current
and the stones, loose and slick,
that lie on the bottom,
walking to nowhere,
for the joy of the walk,
for the challenge of simply moving
from one place to another.
The water is cold, and runs swift,
ever changing with each day
of dryness, with each storm
that turns this small creek
into a torrent, dangerous,
yet temporary, always
returning with time,
to it's nature.
The picture is of a nearby creek where my son and I did some creekwalking two weeks ago while he was visiting me from Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.