I went to a party tonight. It was a going away party for a gal who had been working at the school for the last few years. She's leaving. The party was at the house of one of the school staff and his house is on the banks of the Peace. I mean right on the banks of the Peace. The Peace river is a beautiful river but it has been cutting it's way through this valley for so long that in most places the banks are quite high... like 35 ft + high. So not everywhere along the banks can you see it unless you are right up to the edge of the bank. But this house tonight was at one of the low places along the river. There was a long grassy lawn running right down to the edge of the river and I stood on the deck of the house and looked at the river and fell in love with where I live all over again. The Peace is like that. You walk away and because it is not always and completely visible you tend to forget it... Then you have an evening or a day when you spend some time on its banks and it sucks you in totally and completely and you wish for just a little bit that you could live that river in every part of your day.
The fog rolled down the river about halfway through the evening and while the sky remained blue above us, the river fog in its ethereal beauty drifted slowly past, rising and lowering in a ghostly dance. It was simply beautiful.
There was a Bald Eagle that did a fly by... and lazily the water rolled on. How privileged I am to be able to stand by the rail and watch the Peace in all it beauty.
I miss living by the water.
But I will one day again... if I can.
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