Following The River (Night of 18 June 2023)

I am walking a road through a wooded area - tall trees and quiet. I may be on a bus at some point. The River Findhorn (no relation to it's waking hours counterpart) is snaking through the trees. The road, via bridges, crosses the river. It suddenly occurs to me that I should be following rivers to their source on my days off (presumably from work). The thought concerns me - the idea of doing this on my own - but also strikes me as absurd that I haven't been be doing this before. One part of the river looks nice and peaceful. At another part I think I don't like this section so much but in a way that tells me I am interested in my responses to different parts of the river.