I got drenched.
Water flowing over boulders.
Whirlpools of uncertainty.
Cold.
Refreshing.
Sun beaming down.
Glistening off the waves.
Canyon walls towering on either side.
Rapids.
Rapid pulse.
Heart pounding.
Blood flowing.
Through branching arteries.
Mitral valve regurgitation.
I was different yesterday.
So was the river.
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.” ―
