man in white shirt and black pants riding red and yellow boat on blue water during

When we get to the river my heat sinks. It is wider than I've ever seen, flowing swift and strong. The water is a turbid brown from eroding the banks it usually passes by so softly. Branches have been blow in by the storm. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does, but harshly, more like mini vortexes. In the rain that still falls the surface is pitted so thickly that the radiating ripples cancel one another out. Adding to the torrent coming from the stone-grey sky is the April melt from the mountains to the East. This river is not what we prepared ourselves for