Mirrorlike, the surface of Rowlett Creek was a study in blues and browns. Following the Caddo Trail above the creek, I was both disturbed and transfixed by a solitary floating Whataburger styrofoam drink cup. Just the two of us moving at the same pace. 

Around two more bends, the cup would meet the snarl of fallen trees and snagged litter that blocks most of the flow. My pace will slow with snarls and snags ahead, too.

© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder


seana graham said...

Did you fish it out at the end of your parallel journey?

Collagemama said...

Sorry, no. If I'd climbed down the steep bank I would still be there.