Down by the river

Another one of those...words don't really work here...posts. I wish I could express how the water stars, especially, felt as they appeared out of a streak of gold on the water while the sun was setting. Suddenly there, separate and distinct, not like my camera captured them, but true clear stars of gold, dancing on the current but staying right there - it felt like they would go tumbling down the river, like they could jump off into the air, like I could catch one - hundreds than dozens then only a few until the river went quietly dark with the sun behind the tree line. It was surreal.

Have a trouble-free Thursday. Do something triumphantly starry.