Swiftcurrent Creek People Talking Without Speaking

He released a soft sigh—perhaps one that the other would not hear, but it surely hit his very soul. He was tired. Weary. And with that thought, he plodded down, coming to the creek’s edge and nosing at it for a moment, inhaling sharply and taking in the beauty of its simplicity.

If anything, it only reiterated to him that this was a place to build a home—a life. He couldn’t fix his past, and could not piece together anything that had remained from it. And so, forward he would move, just like the creek waters below him.

And with that, he stepped in, wincing at the cold and releasing a gush of air. “Shit,” he huffed, then sucked in a breath as he waded in further. “Forgot how cold this creek was.”