There was no name to remember this river by. I was a stranger to its turquoise ripples, there was no memory waiting to surface as I watched the current whirl around the rocks.
I didn't know the river's twists and turns; its scents were sweet but unfamiliar.
Every rock and blade of grass didn't know the texture of my skin; the trees crouching by its banks didn't know my name.
Yet every playful splash, every refreshing spray, was an embrace. Its whispers and murmurs sang of journeys I have yet to take.
Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go. ~ Natalie Goldberg
Brgy. Purisima, Manapla, Negros Occidental
Posted for Watery Wednesday