Every river like every novel
Is born of a single drop, idea or word,
Growing into a tiny trickle
In a shallow pond
Pushing along in search of a wider berth
Clear and pure is the source
Time to pick up my pen and write…
Pictures taken at Fontibre, Spain, at the source of the river Ebro, one of the longest rivers in Spain, where I’m fortunate enough to be spending a few days.