Storms swept through our area again over the weekend and the creeks and rivers quickly began to rise. I was at the Haven River Inn in Comfort, Texas when storms swept through early Saturday morning. When I walked down to the Guadalupe River around noon I found it to be well out of its banks and flowing rapidly downstream. The water was moving very fast, bubbling and babbling a peaceful rhythm as it swept over the concrete dam. (Click here to read more about the purpose of the dam built by the original owner of Aleswana.)
Why do we find moving, rushing water to be so soothing? Why do we stand gazing it every time we encounter it even though most people have seen it on numerous occasions? Much like the waves of the ocean it fascinates us for some unknown reason.