The summer days that were dripping by have now turned into a river. Not just metaphorically, literally the Saint Lawrence River. It’s clear and deep and rough with chop and other boats and a thousand islands. 1,864 islands to be exact.
On days like these I wish I could live forever. I wish I could see every island. I wish I could see everything in the world and everything in the universe and never stop and that I could be taking the river forever.
