The river…

I left the group at the campsite and went for a walk to the river.




As I near the water I smell the river.
I remember that salmon find their way from the sea,
back to the river where they were hatched,
by the smell of the river.
The smell takes me home…
home to the days of childhood.
I am a little girl sitting on the bank of the river, fishing with my dad.




Still following,
Elizabeth

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