Small and dark, it twisted and turned as it floated down the rapid water. Not a tree branch.
I spotted it as Ken and I sat on our back deck, watching the sun begin to lower in the sky as we neared dinnertime.
“What is that?” I asked.
Small and dark, it twisted and turned as it floated down the rapid water. Not a tree branch.
I spotted it as Ken and I sat on our back deck, watching the sun begin to lower in the sky as we neared dinnertime.
“What is that?” I asked.
