Flood Waters
The smell of streams, creeks and rivers swelling past their banks is rich, heavy.
The smell of streams, creeks and rivers swelling past their banks is rich, heavy.
I visit because it feels like home, because there are no expectations of me other than to just be there. It is comfort. It is a haven.
I can trace the way back to my birthplace over the worn asphalt roads with my eyes closed. Finding my way through the stretch of Pennsylvania that separates me from there is a second nature, like breathing or sleeping, now in my 24th year.