My Beloved River

I could feel my heart beginning to swell as I approached the brow of the hill, and I freewheeled down, until there she was before me - my beloved river: my place of sanctuary and delight...

I could feel my heart beginning to swell as I approached the brow of the hill, and I freewheeled down, until there she was before me - my beloved river: my place of sanctuary and delight. At that moment, my tears started falling.

I had discovered her by accident, one beautiful summer’s day, when friends invited me to a small music festival along her bank…