A hot summer’s day, just right for gliding down the Boise River.
We didn’t tube; we walked the greenbelt alongside the stream. But many others passed us in rafts and tubes. Families, groups of friends laughed and shrieked as they bounced over ripples. Other solitary souls floated alone in their inner tubes brushing the water with their hands, gazing at the passing scenery. One guy lay on his belly, staring down through the water as he rode along.
At the end of our walk we sat on a bench overlooking the river. Colored rocks nestled on the bottom, glowed through the water, while the stream skimmed by, shimmering like liquid glass.
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You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.
~George Bernard Shaw
You could not step twice into the same river; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.