The water is cold and, in the coolness, my hands grow numb…..fingers splayed and grasping, reaching for something that I think I see beyond the glare of the hot sun on the surface of this river. I am desperately optimistic. … Continue reading
The water is cold and, in the coolness, my hands grow numb…..fingers splayed and grasping, reaching for something that I think I see beyond the glare of the hot sun on the surface of this river. I am desperately optimistic. … Continue reading