February 21, 2005
This is the steely gray of the winter day working across the surface of the Boise River. My father and I took a long walk along the water to enjoy the colors and lines of the season. The trail drifted in and out of inner suburbia; sometimes hugging the water line and engulfing us in reeds and brush, and at other times taking us along busy roads or under overpasses. Like all urban waterways it softened the harshness of the manufactured landscape and made me wish that all cities had the good fortune of having a river to tend so that, in turn, they could be nourished.
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