“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

“I am haunted by waters.”

— Norman Maclean, “A River Runs Through It”

River Fluvia at Olot, Bridge of San Roc, Catalonia, taken by Wamito, Wikimedia Commons