“A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.” ― Laura Gilpin

I don’t have a lot to say about today except that it was magical.  My friend Loretta and I stood by the rail on the top of the ship today for hours taking photographs.  Every time we thought “enough”  we took another and yet another and yet more. Each “corner” we turned was another “moment in time.”  We could not stop.

We had a restful day.  We cruised the river for hours and then opted out of the tour to sit on the sun deck – the Amavida Twelve and drink fine wine.  The word of the day is “magical.”  It may be the wine talking but it does not matter.  As we set on the sun deck drinking fine wine with our friends a shepherd came by with a herd of sheep, you could hear the tinkling of the bells as he meandered down the path.  Today I let the pictures speak for themselves.

“Either give me more wine or leave me alone.”- Rumi

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”

Norman Maclean – “A River Runs Through It and Other Stories”