This one took me back to Montana, when I lived on the Missouri River. I fished that river day and night. And it always struck me how different the river felt during those two times in the day. Fishing at night, I could imagine where those riverbeds were, but I could never be sure. Only when I'd wake early the next morning to fish, did they appear. Whether it's a river, beach, or lake, one thing that's aways struck me since I've been fishing is how different a body of water feels at night. You never expect to see those riverbeds.
Anyway, that's a long way of me saying that riverbeds at dawn is a beautiful image.
Of course the big word in this story is "they." So, who are they and what's at stake with their sudden appearance? The western fan in me imagines an army of savage Indians charging on wild horses. The outcome is not clean.
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This one took me back to Montana, when I lived on the Missouri River. I fished that river day and night. And it always struck me how different the river felt during those two times in the day. Fishing at night, I could imagine where those riverbeds were, but I could never be sure. Only when I'd wake early the next morning to fish, did they appear. Whether it's a river, beach, or lake, one thing that's aways struck me since I've been fishing is how different a body of water feels at night. You never expect to see those riverbeds.
Anyway, that's a long way of me saying that riverbeds at dawn is a beautiful image.
Of course the big word in this story is "they." So, who are they and what's at stake with their sudden appearance? The western fan in me imagines an army of savage Indians charging on wild horses. The outcome is not clean.
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