A paddle boarder slowly comes into view from behind a tree.
A dog with his owner are playing fetch with a stick.
I watch the rushing water in slow motion, looking for salmon running upstream, or perhaps the glimpse of a greater truth in the water droplets as they dance in mid-air.
I see nothing, which perhaps is everything. I listen to that truth.
Can you hear it too?The Deschutes river goes from a raving mad rush to a stillness that reflects everything. I come to the edge and look down, deep into the clear and picturesque landscape that is being reflected before me.I realize that this here, this moment, is all I was wanting, searching for, hoping to find.