Immense

This is not just a river. But a vast lake, with a shore far, far, far away in the distant. Its waters strong, its current stubborn, as it flows downwards into the city.

Seagulls flew, silent and almost without effort high above reddening maple trees. One in full bloom, another right next it, naked and exposed, its branches surrendering to the indigo sky. The sun set, radiant rays of gold shimmering on the surface of the water. The grass danced in the breeze.

Loonies braved the currents, stood steadfast in the fast whirlpooling river. I cycled on, into the sunset, with every pedal slowly discovering a miniscure bit of this immense land before me.