Once Daylight Savings Time ends, I am away to work before sunrise, and return after sunset. I loose the connection, the rhythm of the river. I might as well be in a desert. Or worse, a city.
I know in my heart that it is there. Flowing, timeless. It isn’t saving time for anybody. It even outlasts the hills, that it so elegantly carves through. It doesn’t miss me, or need me. The love is one way. Like time.
River House 