The river was smelly today, though that was not unsual: odor, sluggishness, and mud were part of the Waters' moods. Like life, he thought; the silt and sludge unchangingly about you.
A freighter slipped by, heading seaward. Soon, it would exchange the river's loneliness for the greater loneliness of the ocean. He wondered if those aboard were aware - or cared.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps, like himself, they had come to learn that there is no place in the world where a man is not alone.

~LovingYearningHurting~