Sunday, September 22, 2013

Which Way to the River?

A few days after the flood waters receded here, I came upon a crawdad in the middle of the sidewalk, little claws in the air, trying to flag me down.
"Excuse me," he seemed to be saying. "Which way to the river?"
Life will do that to you: pick you up in a flood a drama and set you down someplace unfamiliar and scary. You want to go back to the river. The problem is, the river isn't the way it used to be. It's a little bit wider now, and farther to the south.