A Personal Journal
The last days of 2015 are filled with thoughts of the new year: changes, goals, new beginnings. No resolutions, though. Resolutions just don’t work for me.
The sun finally shows itself and spreads some light on January 1, like a light shining on the new day, the doorway to 2016.
Will 2016 be just as bright as this New Year’s Day?
See you on the highway.
Brent
Sometimes, life is like the foggy path.
You can only see what is in front of you.
Distant things take more time.
See you on the highway.
Brent
The rains came frequently last year,
producing a record year of precipitation
nearly twice the annual average.
Flood warnings and watches were the norm
every time a storm rolled up the Ohio River Valley
flashing lightning and pouring rain into the watersheds.
Water ran off the fields into the streams and creeks
and eventually made its way to the tributaries and rivers
which themselves empty into the mighty Ohio.
As the rivers rise and fall, the precious banks
that define a river, come under forces that only
nature can deliver—real hydro power to cut and dig.
Earlier this winter, while crossing our local bridge over the Little Miami River,
I looked up river as I usually do and saw the most massive tree
laying on its side, stretching out nearly to the middle of the river.
The flood waters took its toll and undercut the tree from its foundation.
Where once it held the river bank in check, it is now an obstacle
for canoeists and kayakers, and shelter for the fish.
Brent
D. Brent Miller 