THE RED RIVER IN CANADA

WP_20180903_011I will stay in Canada for forty days. When I come back to my hometown some friends of mine will ask me, “What have you seen in Canada?” I will answer, “In Canada I have seen a little stretch of the Red River and a monastery. I don’t travel to see new landscapes, but to meet new people.”
Today, I took a walk to the Red River. It was not far from the monastery. The road was surrounded by meadows. On the way, there was a small cemetery. I had a look at the gravestones. Apparently, the passed away nuns had been buried there. I kept walking and arrived at the bank of the Red River. At that moment, two boats glided over the calm water. The bed was quite broad; the river so calm that it looked like a lake. But it was not a lake! Although slowly, it flowed into the ocean. Just like the river of our human life. It looks still but inexorably makes its way toward its final destination.
Ettore Grillo, author of these books:
– A Hidden Sicilian History
– The Vibrations of Words
– Travels of the Mind
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