"I have been thinking about that picture and the river on the coldest day of the year. Underneath that ice, the river was still moving. Forty below, but even then the water closest to the riverbed will be moving, cold but unfrozen. It's like a river exists in defiance or has a secret life. Everything above it is frozen stiff, but down below it moves along, liquid over the rocks, like nothing happening on the surface matters. On a day like this you could walk across the river like crossing the street. But you can't forget that just below that shell there is current. That is my love for you. And that would be it. She'd come with him, push up next to him on the bench seat of his pickup, and he'd drive with the window down, her hair tossing into his face and mouth and eyes. Dust and the scent of her shampoo in his nose. They'd pick up right where they'd left off." Callan Wink, "Dog Run Moon"