Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into the mountain’s belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself.
~ Harry Middleton
Bountiful Healing 
This quote gave me a mental image of floating along on the water, allowing the current to take me wherever it chose. So relaxing.
I had similar thoughts when I first read it, Joanne. I debated between the roaring, white water of the river in this photo or something more serene. The white water won out this time although I’m not sure why.
I can almost hear the water running in this picture. Very nice, Robin.
Thanks, Corina. 🙂