River Crossing

River Crossing

I looked at the fast flowing water and trembled at the thought of crossing the icy rapids. The wet stones glistened in the beaming sunlight. I took a slow step into the river and flinched as the bitter water seeped into my shoes. I took a deep breath and went on. The slippery stones stopped me from going fast. I was scared that I’d fall. Slowly I picked my way through the rocks and finally managed to make it to the grassy shore. The sun was shining but my legs were shivering! My heavy, wet shoes weighed me to the ground. I slowly trudged down the rocky bank until I came to another crossing. This time I was more determined to cross. Carefully going down to the smooth pebbles, I notice a dark patch in the water. It looked as deep and dark as a black hole. I imagined being sucked into it. I quickly moved on. Soon I found a shallower path and a suitable exit. Now that my feet were used to the chilly water, it felt nice to step into the stream. I confidently waded across to the opposite side. The grass tickled my legs and as I broke out of the shade, and I welcomed the glowing sun that warmed my feet.