Rivers are such enjoyable places to be on a sunny day. They are teeming with life in the most microscopic of scale. They provide a cool breeze, a constantly changing scene. They start and end civilizations, sometimes within a matter of a generation. We try to construct structures to conquer them, but we know in our hearts that they are truly too wild to be contained forever.
We drive over dams built, cross bridges designed to ease our travel along them. We see them from a safe distance, like a tiger in a cage. Then one day, the river becomes a stranger to us, pouring over our banks, spilling over dams, refusing to allow us to control it anymore.
Rivers are reminders of the balance we must keep each day in our lives. We each exist in a frail balance between thriving and dying.