As I walked down the forbidden, and abandoned banks of the river Naver.. There seemed to be a significant change in my behaviour. I admired the rushing waters, the element of true freedom..

I would always walk down to that bank to see them. There were beautiful salmon leaping from water splashing the Naver's waters at my hair and face.. I smiled, and with grace it all simply fell into place.

I walked further up the bank, soon breaking into skips, then dance movements that seemed choreographed.. I chased the river and it's lovely clear blue waters and whispered softly to the winds "ah, beautiful *Nabhair.." (Gaelic for Naver :)

I sat down then exhausted, and skimmed the waters surface with my hands.. Grateful I have been graced by your mystifying watery wonderlands.