Here is the place where stopping is copacetic. Where waiting by the river is necessary and hearing the sounds of the river is by far the first things to know or see. The tracks of the powered sleds ripples the snow like the water below.
Along the long grass i stand and watch as the river there frozen looking back at me as i stand there and watch it frozen.
As though it stretches both way and wraps around the world. The micro cosmos of what it is actually doing and how it is actually shown are almost real and almost fake as something is lost and somethings is not a mistake.
More tracks to take more paths of make whole and more ice to possibly break.
Another stop along the Athabasca river another point in AB that make me stop and wonder and think as to why the path leads this way twisting and turning like the birds in the air, although none can be seen today.