Field Journal Entry #11: “The River’s Secret Path”

The summer sun was warm on my shoulders as I followed the dry riverbed. Even though there wasn’t any water today, the river still felt alive — like it was whispering stories from long ago.

I found a smooth piece of petrified wood lying in the sand. When I touched it, it felt cool, almost like the river had left a little bit of itself behind.

Dragonflies zipped past me, their wings shining like tiny rainbows. One even landed on my hat for a moment, as if it wanted to see what I’d discovered.

Summer in River‑Worn is full of motion — even when the water is resting.