Connie Evingson sings “Si Tu Savais” on the Internet app.

A school of small fish move about the sandy shoals this Saturday afternoon while hundreds of miles away Tennessee plays Oregon and Texas A&M plays Alabama.

Moss grows between tree roots.

A mother, smoking a cigarette, walks with daughters behind me, enjoying the early fall day, their voices joined by their father, bearded, wearing an Auburn ball cap

A pin oak hits the river surface, attracting a striped fish.

Grass/reed patches grow along the river’s bend.

Dragonflies chase prey.

Casual bikers pass by, their heads barely visible behind the opposite river bank.

Do banks bank in the bank?
Does prey pray?

I suppose I ought to head on down the river trail, find my way back home to wife and college football on TV.

C’est la vie.