“What happens when the ice melts?”
Rivers are much like our memories. Sometimes wide and deep, roaring and fast, sometimes only a faint trace cutting through our hearts. Like our memories, all inhabitants, plant, animal and human have their consequence upon the river.
We seem to have constructed our lives, our entire civilization on a misconception, seemingly unaware that our actions directly impact each and every being on our planet. The river acts as a recordkeeper, do we dare take for granted that which is a constant reflection of our sky?