Something Good #117: I Stepped Into a River

“Do you see yon whirligig of water there?” Thin Amren pointed to an eddy below an alder root by the bridge. “He doesn't move. But water, she goes by. Then what's whirligig?” “I dunno. It just—is,” said Joe. “Then what is brook?” said Thin Amren. “It's the brook.” “And brook was here yesterday,” said Thin Amren. “And she'll be here tomorrow. Whirligig stays. Though he’s not the same water. Then…