"Life is a river.
That's what grandad always used to say.
A beginning, an end, a million different ways in between.
He used to metaphor my whole life, how it'd ebbed and flowed,
Following the path of least resistance, barreling straight through the impossible.
Clear as air and black as night.
And no matter what direction or how it'd move or what it'd look like…
The point according to grandad, was that the river always moved forward.
What kept him running the rapids, until he was old and grey?
The mystery of what lay around the bend."
This film has always been one of my favorites. I hope someone else gets as much enjoyment out of it as I did. It's been on the yearly watch list for a long time.
by The-Funky-Phantom
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Good luck out there on the trails.