Sibling

Siblings 8I finished the film A River Runs Through It today, which is about fishing and Montana and the 1920’s and brotherhood. The fishing surounds the story, much in the way water hugs what’s in it, and watching the movie makes me want to fish, to walk into a running stream where wet pants first stick to your legs and then flare out once the river gets into them. The rivers of this movie is how I see they should be–a blended background of sounds amongst mountains, the water in a rush while exhaling calm, the breath untroubled. The water, I know–feeling of wet, of fluid cold, of consistent push. continue reading…

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