The River had snow
There is this memory that comes to me every once and a while. It is nothing big or important but while sitting here it came to me. It is from a while back when I was in Waukesha. I am in the snow looking at the river and it feels so isolated but yet it feels like I am not. How many times I looked at that river and it seemed to make things make sense. I wonder if I would of stayed living there how many more times I would of gone just to see that river just to try and make sense out of what I thought made no sense. In a way I am happy that things went the way they did and how sometimes a crash is needed just to give you a little push in the right direction. As much as I want to take a flight or a small break just to go to that city and just wonder around and look at the river. I really don't think I ever will do that. After all what good can come from it. I flew up to WI to look at a river, some how I dont really think it is the right course of action.