splashing and bubbling, the cool water running fervently down the creekbed, unearthing stones, taunting and swirling algae over to the calmer edges of the water.
day to day it flowed differently, sometimes so tranquil a butterfly could land on the crystal surface.
today it burst wildly over the sandy earth below, shooting streams of cold mist upwards, concealing grateful salmon until the next time it slowed and proved itself a feeding ground yet again.
tempestuous and moody, never dependable, never predictable. but beautiful in its anger, agonizing in its calm.
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