The leaves kept dropping from the branches of these trees that were around. Razor sharp leaves, or so I’d assume, since they cut the air so gracefully. The wind goes blowin’ through this channel in the valleys, which would have held a river, I’d think, if water had been flowing through it at any time before or after, but as it was, it was wind, and it was cold and something fierce.
Try as I might, I could not push through any longer. A little fish came up and nibbled at me cuz I was still in the water. I think. As far as I am to understand, I was.