Monday, August 27, 2012

The Moody Neuse

Down at the town harbor the other day, the Neuse reflected the beauty of common things.
How can reflections be more beautiful than the things themselves?
The Capt. Redd is a bulky trawler.
His reflection seems more complicated, more interesting, more elusive.
Almost dreamlike. It's the water.
I left the house in bright sunshine. Four minutes later, on the river's edge, rain was splattering on my legs.
Clouds closed over the last patches of blue sky.
When the sky does this, the Neuse usually turns a dark, muddy brown.
I've learned already this is a river of many moods.

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