Fact: The Saint John River reverses direction twice a day.
The spring thaw brought a new life to the river, and it churned about in the foam of the falls. It was simply too early to head out into it, the current would have chewed a sail boat up without mercy. She resigned to watch it from the bank.
Her feet were submerged to the ankle as the water bucked and changed directions. If she sat here long enough, and continued to forget the million things she already was, it'd eventually do it again.
That very soon she'd be back out there, fighting against this same sensation, had her giddy.
