Fire Waters

Trees lining the Bitterroot River have seemingly burst into flame. Where the water is still, the river burns, too, as the trees stretch their images across the water. A walk tonight found a broad, sandy beach empty. This scene just had to be shared with smiles up and down the stretch, but no one came. Just we three, SiBonz, M and I whooped up a joyful, "Thank you!" to the makers of such color.

(The Salishan stories speak of small creatures coming through the night with red berry paint...so we do, too)