Reflections at the River

    This Summer I took advantage of the curiously low river. Sand bars gleamed on the sidelines. Limbs lounged and reached just far enough to teeter slightly above creeping water. Before we laid a foot on the branch, the fear of resting "No Legs" made us stop, peek about, and kick the logs ever so slightly. Then Jump Back! If nothin stirred, all was clear. Swinging from the branches, my Tentley kids blended in timelessly. The river does that, you know. Especially the old and barely habited Pee Dee. I often wonder,..."What if I didn't go back and just stayed here forever." At the River, the children shed the skin of society and lounged in nature. Natural light under canopies of cypress was by far better than the illumination of G.E.. No fake smiles. No planned poses.  Pictures like these don't fade with fads to collect dust in plastic boxes. They're kept on the coffee tables of the living to capture a glimpse of our life as it trickles down the current of time. You can capture a reflection.  KSG