“Rolling on the river, until the moon sliver shows up in the darkening night skies” Gun Roswell
Up and Down the River we go again
Smooth and dead calm is the surface of the darkened water as we pass by a family of sea otters. While rolling languidly down the river bank, on the look out for the treasure boat which here in the past sank. There is no hurry to really catch anything, even if a sort of a fishing expedition was a thing. But whatever the method chosen to relax during this smooth ride on the river side might be, it does not matter if you nothing else except some peace and quiet from the trip will receive.
Move along, on the river without a current strong, if you want to, maybe even sing a song, there is no throng at the moment, as only you and whomever you choose to follow with you on this kind of an adventure, even if it is supposed to be mostly relaxing without pressure. As the small boat taking you to places unknown lulling you to a state of redemption, don’t hesitate simply dive into the awaiting temptation as this is the way of life on the river never the deeper or shallower, only going up and down the curvy slopes.