A BEND IN THE RIVER
I have always wanted to live on a river. Rivers are enduring, streaming forever; they are part of eternity. They invite to taking a walk along their sides.
During a number of years I was the happy inhabitant of a small river’s territory. From the 16th floor I looked down on it until it bended out of my sight further upstream. My river lived a quiet, silent, modest life. It never ran wild nor flooded. It was lovely, poetic and restful.
On both of its sides one could wander or run for miles along a narrow path under protective trees. In those days, I took many riverside walks in all seasons, and captured the changing moods of the scenery from my balcony. Join me there and imagine yourself walking along the kinky path.