It's in the way the sunrays reflect off glistering rocks along the river; something about the rumbling sound of water making its way across century old paths dug between mountains. It is the idea that all the wildlife comes down here to drink, the goose dunk their head underwater and the children dip in their feet. What trully makes me starstruck when I observe the river, is its ability to change with the seasons from a shallow, shimmering flow to a wild, unrully beast... It reminds me of the power of nature.

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And as I take it all in... inspiration strikes...