Timeless
Saturday, June 28th, 2008
On the way to Lower Falls, we have to pass by Yellowstone River. We stopped for a while and indulged in its soothing sound. I found a rock for a stool and prepared to skip a few flat stones on the quiet eddies when a trout rose to nip an insect on the water, then it disappeared. It was one of those times when you are totally lost in the moment. As if woken from a dream, I suddenly become more aware of the sound of running waters. Then I stood up. It was time to go.











