Living by the River

You learn to recognize her moods.
Sometimes she is soft and gentle.
Her touch slides across you,
Soothing and calm.
She sings a lullaby,
As she wraps around you,
Covering you with with her embrace.

Other times she sparkles.
Her voice chortles.
Her dance is sinuous and enticing,
But her coolness makes you wary,
And you keep your distance.

Today she is swollen and heavy.
She wraps herself in veiling fog,
But demands attention.
She slaps you with cold power,
Barely contained.
No one can ignore her.

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"With dropper" - A bit of humor

So... on a day with lots of crazy drama at the veterinary clinic, this man comes up to the desk of the vet office. He's asking me for something, but he's either not saying it right or I'm not understanding him past the heavy accent. He shows me his phone and it says sodium chloride. I pause and then say uncertainly, "That's salt". He says yes and says solution with "dopper". I am quite sure I looked at him blankly. I am trying to learn all the veterinary pharmacy items so I can get my "clerks" license and dispense medications, but I have no freaking idea what salt solution with dopper could be. What strange medication is that? He consults his phone and says "dropper, with dropper" and show me a picture of a bottle with a bulb dropper. You would think this would clear the mystery up, but no, it doesn't. He wants saline solution that comes in bottle with a bulb and dropper? Am I missing something? So I wander to the back and ...

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Hope

There is always hope. Do not let the weight of all that has and can go wrong. Instead reach for what you can do. Yes, a single match can set a forest fire, but what that teaches us is that a small spark can be mighty. And if you can't do anything today, remind yourself that there is tomorrow and the day after and the day after. You will have your chance to to act as that small flame of hope for our great mother, the Earth.

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