My daughter, the river

My daughter, the river
My daughter, the river,
originally uploaded by Fergusson.

My daughter. We sometimes call her scooter, because of the way she learned to move at first, undulating like a caterpillar. She went directly from that to walking, never crawling.

To me, she’s like a river, full of motion across dimensions. Slowly, the banks widen. Here: rushing water over clattering stones. There: slow water running deep. A permanent mark on my landscape, dividing my life into now and then. The closer I get, the more I see, fractally.

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