It's very quiet . . . just riding my bicycle on the early morning trails the last few weeks, before the heat of the afternoon. Out of the trees and grass, I kick up big cottontail rabbits, baby rabbits, baby squirrels, mice, a skunk going home, birds, etc. busy with their day. Animals, going about their life. Busy doing. They aren't worried about phones, computers, taxes or dish network. I stop for a picture - It's quiet. As I'm riding, sometimes I think of people that I've known all my life - forever . . . wonder where they've been? Then, I remember, they passed away - a year or two or more, but it still seems like they're still around. You know what I mean? These people would probably just love to ride this trail just one more time. Hear the water, hear a certain voice, hear a bird's song, just once more. The river just keeps flowing. Sometimes it rages. Sometimes it's really slow, barely a trickle of water. Just like the lifetime of a human. A river can teach you so many things. Living on a river can make a life more beautiful - and educate you to the importance of people in your life - and what really matters. I'm lucky to have a river near. I just got an idea . . . we should go fishing. Fishing is a good thing. Good for your living soul.