At times we forget to slow down. Letting scheduled life blind us like dirty windshields. The river is so far, down dusty dirt roads and potholes waiting around every corner. Once we get there, everything stops. Time is only a thing of the past, all that matters is the dirt between our toes and the sound of nothing dancing along tree limbs.
|Photo Location:||Silver City, New Mexico, United States of America|
|Copyright:||© Stevie Merriman|