Watching the Water Flow By

She was surprised by the offer, a quick detour to the river on the way home from a doctor’s appointment.  She hadn’t been riverside in years, long before the macular degeneration had mostly taken her sight and her ability to travel on her own.

They slowly walked arm in arm to the boat ramp, where during the lively days of summer, the canoeists would launch and the fisherman would wade off into the waters.  But the seasons were changing and it was becoming cold.

Her limited vision and her big imagination allowed her to see across the waters and into its depths.  There were dark areas and an obvious shallow section and the image of a large rock submerged not twenty feet away.

“Bring me a handful of water, I want to feel it” as she swayed unsteadily on the ramp’s uneven surface.

“Oh my, it’s kind of cold.  But not too bad.  It feels nice”

Yes, it does.

 

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