One Apple A Day #690 - the river inside
I was born near a river. Our house was only a short walk from its banks. It's a famous river for the history of Italy, but as a kid, I didn't know it. To me, the river with all the woods around it was just my playground. We moved a bit farther when I was six, but anytime I was at my grandparents, I run back to her, the Piave, alone or following my grandfather in his fishing expeditions.
All these memories came back yesterday, while I was walking on the banks of another river.
It is as if growing up near a river, create a natural connection with all of them. Anytime I'm close a stream of water something shift within me.
Everything disappears, and there are only the river and me.
The same happened yesterday.
We talked. Oh, the river can be an excellent partner for meaningful conversations. Like a blank sheet of paper or an empty document, the river is brutally honest. I ask him questions, and he mirrors them back to me. And I know I can't hide because he knows when I'm lying.