"Walk me out in the cold rain and snow my honey."
It is indeed. Beautiful tho. Tragic too with broken trees. Water is powerful. So the river into which we step anew is powerful. We forget sometimes to heed the power To be aware of just what it is and where it may take us. Letting loose into the stream and just flowing we may be delivered to a place. A place, know not where or what it will be but the journey there is abundant.