Home Waters

My professor wrote a book entitled Home Waters, and it was an exploration of his connection to the Provo River, which is where he calls home. For me I would consider the Potomac River my home river. The river has large boulders that stick out of the water causing tiny white rapids to spur around that area. The water isn't exactly blue because it has been heavily polluted in the last 30 years, but still it has a certain appeal to it. The trees that grow off the banks to shade the edges of the water are not in bloom, yet still have a wise and all knowing aspect to them. They seem to be the guardians of the water, guiding it as it's waters travel around bends and straights of the river. The leaves have almost all fallen to the ground, and the ones who are still holding on are on their last thread. Winter is coming, and this is the last chance to see nature naked before the blanket of snow comes to cover it up. My favorite part about the river is that sometimes it breaks and these little side rivers are the result. In these little inlets, the trees almost make a canopy over the water because they can grow so close on either sides. Every once in a while you can find a tree that has fallen to the ground and the stretches out over the water. I love to climb out on top of those fallen trees and sit right above the water and look down at my reflection in the water. I love being above the world, even if it's only 10 feet above the ground. I also love I can be out over the water because that is usually not a perspective that we get the chance to encounter often. There is really no philosophical or eloquent way to describe a place where you consider home. The only real way to enjoy it is to experience it for yourself.