We walked up the river - newly free from its frozen state. The water viscously robbing the heat from my feet carrying it away down river. My toes went from cold, to burning, to bones feeling like jagged spines and finally when they became totally numb, scarily feeling-less, like a part of my body was giving me the silent treatment and if I didn’t treat them right they might never speak to me again - at that point, we reached the frozen waterfall.
A boy named Rio, he navigated the river so quickly, like he had known it his whole life. Like he was named after it.
After we splashed down through the canyon and we were breathing life into our feet again, he asked if I believed in good and evil. I told him, “Only applied to human things. I don’t think good and evil exist outside of humanity.”