The River in the River

By noon today, the rising temperatures and rising flow of snow melt had swept away the ice borders, leaving shards here and there by the banks.  As high as I've seen it since I began these posts, the Ottauquechee illustrated the ancient Greek cry, "You can't cross the same river once!"  The contrast between the swift main channel, going as always from left to right, and the quiet margins created a vision of a river within a river.  The center flow seemed a different being than the gentler margin.  A few leaves rushed with the current and out of sight.

Yesterday's post showed "the river in the river" as open water scoring a graceful curve through the ice.  Today it could be seen in the movement of the water itself, a spinning, ridging fluid mass, appearing at the same time as both track and runner.