Wide river.
Apr. 11th, 2014 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckWhen you're a kid everything is just so big and when you return as a grown-up to a place that you last visited when you were little it is sometimes hard to recognize, because now the houses and trees and streets seem so small.
I found this only partially true when we went back to the river that flows past my birthplace.
It was still big, but I knew it must feel even bigger to the kid.
The smell had changed, too - there is still the tang of the river, dark, slightly oily, but back then, it was foul with foam and dead fish.
Now the fish have returned and there are freshwater mussels again.
The river is still an important means of transporting goods:
It was very soothing to watch the ships float up and down the river.
The green of the horse chestnuts up on the dyke was so very crisp:
The kid took pictures, too, some of which are better than mine.
I found this only partially true when we went back to the river that flows past my birthplace.
It was still big, but I knew it must feel even bigger to the kid.
The smell had changed, too - there is still the tang of the river, dark, slightly oily, but back then, it was foul with foam and dead fish.
Now the fish have returned and there are freshwater mussels again.
The river is still an important means of transporting goods:
It was very soothing to watch the ships float up and down the river.
The green of the horse chestnuts up on the dyke was so very crisp:
The kid took pictures, too, some of which are better than mine.
