Pinwheel eddies ferrying in swift currents, twirling reflections that fold into the muddy canvas en-route to its purpose. As one eddy unfurls another gains momentum creating rain drop crescents and brief whirlpools. A breeze skimming texture across the water leaving rough strokes where the shadows of moss houses intertwine with the sky. Within the moss shadows the texture smooths suggesting weight, stillness. Murky and sun kissed clouds hover in the water separating granite grays and the gentle cobalt blue of the afternoon. Connected only by the stringing tendrils of the current, the clouds ripple like vapors. The current stilled by the shadows, held, only briefly, returning through the rough strokes of the mossy peaks and carves its way north to the fertile fields.