...You Can't Step in the Same River Twice.

Eve looked across the river as its steady beat kept to its rhythem. It was so smooth she could still see her reflection in it. She looked at her reflection into those two toned eyes before looking up to see herons wading for fish and a few otters playing in the distance. She smiled softly. The endless stream never seemed to be calm as it portrayed. It never ceased to be active nor unmoving. She walked along the banks as fish darted around and the herons chased after them.

It would be a good day, she thought. The sun was out, snow was gone and the green grass was back. To be in the depths of the forrest and by the river would be the best place to be.