Going up the River

Like an old blues song you have to let you be, driven by the rythm, given by the sight of the broken trees passing before your eyes. The echo of the once flooded river is there to help you crossing the ravaged landscape. Memory of a once joyfull water nuturing life shows in the branches decorated by debris like forgotten christmass trees. You know perfectly that time will bring back life with strengh and power, it will just be a different one.