There’s a number of loops from my house that I like to bike depending on what time of day it is, what day of the week it is, and what time of year it is. Yesterday, I did a loop that goes up the Interurban Bike Trail to Theinsville and then runs back through River Hills. Along the route, I crossed the Milwaukee River 4 times. There’s one stretch, along River Road, where I ran parallel to the river for a good long while.
I parked my bike on the road’s shoulder beside the river and just watched it go by. I thought about how it’s in a state of transition. It gets cold and freezes; then it gets warmer, and it thaws before it gets cold and freezes again. Sunday was warm, so I watched large chunks of ice float down river and build up where the river narrows.
I don’t think I’m in a state of transition, but I’m not sure, because it felt as if the river was trying to tell me something. Maybe I’m always in a state of transition, whether I want to acknowledge it or not.