Write four lines of prose about: ripples.
Had a nice time at Kettle River this morning. Only about a 40 minute drive away but it somehow seems to be a big effort to get out there. Planning on getting out into the woods a few more times this summer, as the boys love it and Kat and I need it too.
Sat with Miles by the river's edge for quite a while, just watching him throw rocks into the water. Started out with little pebbles then gradually got bigger. By the end I was quite certain he was going to crush his toes with one of those big rocks he was picking up but he managed not to.
The water was cold and refreshing but still moving fast after this spring's flooding extravaganza, so we stuck close to shore.
Back to work tomorrow. Really want to say already as I'm not at all sure where the last four days went.
Spinning slowly as it arches through the air, it peaks and then begins its descent. There is no stopping it now, no taking it back. It will land with great force, enough to shake the foundations of all that we believe in.
And we will feel the ripple effects for decades to come.