Comes this Time to Float
I wrote this story to accompany a photo taken for me of a favorite waterfall. I titled it “Water Falls” and published it several places. I named this book after a different story. Then I decided to include this “Water Falls” story instead of “Float,” so I simply renamed this story to match the book title. Yeah, it runs that deep—pun intended. Still, it’s a very serious story, allegorical metaphor, using only one of the many ways this title can and should be interpreted.
Water falls.
Sun rises. Trees reach. Blooms lure. Birds call.
People connect.
An old woman drives muddy spoors, dual-tracked ruts wending through dense undergrowth. High-fiving branches scrape paint, her cute little coupe ill-suited for penetrating dark forest deep in the peninsula above that m
