River of Time

The day flows by just like a slow moving river washing over all in it’s path carrying away the cares of those in need of this moment in time. Moving down and away forever as far as you can see until the night when thoughts turn to a new day that might flow by just like a slow moving river. The day just like the river flows it’s determined way as the river silts the bottom covering it anew the time of the passing days likewise hide what once was true. A flowing river is more or less changeless. The seasons determine if it’s surface will be calm and slow or fast and choppy or perhaps frozen over. It’s below the surface that history flows and is recorded