a swollen river and loneliness.

the river has grown today.  i think that it is angry about being confined to such a narrow space.  and it seems to be a darker brown than usual.  jeremy and i were out earlier and noticed they had already locked the gates up tight and propped bars up against them in the back.  i wonder if they are worried.  i guess all of the rain from the mountains over this past week has finally made its way down to the valley.

the sound is noticeably louder up here in the guest room.  it is loud enough to drown out all of the typical evening village noises, although people might just be bunkering down for the night.  but i keep imagining myself sitting in a cabin on a river in the woods of north carolina or tennessee.  and it makes me sad that i didn't bring any wendell berry books with me.  but it is a nice sentiment to help take the edge off of the loneliness that arrived this morning.  i am sure that i will dream well tonight.

[bathe in the river of peace.]