Jess had faith the river knew where it was going. She had traced some of its tributaries, knew its origins. But she only dreamed of its destination, never having traveled far. Jess licked her melting ice cream as she imagined exotic lands beyond the ocean into which her river emptied.
I love the sentiment. This is why I loved hiking. What's over that hill, around that bend? And I was drawn ever onward if it was another hill or another bend. The top was just the turn around point.
This is awesome Dascha :) so good to see your writing!
I too often wondered where the River goes. Lol. I wonder about the unique things in our world.
I love the sentiment. This is why I loved hiking. What's over that hill, around that bend? And I was drawn ever onward if it was another hill or another bend. The top was just the turn around point.