A Quiet Place

The River

I left home at 4 and took a walk along the river. We’ve had a lot of rain, and the river was full to overflowing with brown water. I found a place with a section of choppy water surrounded by smooth. Where one texture met the other, it created a line that appeared to be pitted with pebble-sized holes, spaced 8 to 10 inches apart. I have never seen anything quite like it; holes in the water, that appeared and disappeared, swirled away and then reformed.

I will go back to look again. There is a river in my WIP, and this holey water is something that might fit into the story.