Eddies in the Stream

And Cubic Centimeters of Chance

There’s a place I like to sit and watch the river flow from the mountains, through this town and others, gliding into a bigger river, and then out to the sea. Little eddies form along the edges of the stream behind rocks that have been tweaking the flow of the water for maybe hundreds of years.

I watch brown leaves and bits of foam circle round and round…