In other posts, I wrote about the being of the river, that it has a beginning, a middle and an end, that it responds to the world around it. The Ottauquechee responds? Can you say a river responds to water from the sky or runoff from a hill? There is no river without them, there is no separation really between hill and sky and stream. They belong to one process.
Asking the question, "What is it like for you, Ottauquechee?" tempts me to see the river as a person. And since answering a question with a question is an old human trick, tonight I imagine the river asking me, "What is it like for you, Norman?"
I imagine the Ottauquechee waiting to hear what sort of river I am.
The cycle of freeze and thaw may be starting again. The left bank ice field bulged out, a different arc from the last time.
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