Answer in the canyon As posted in the Denver Yourhub.com longmont editon

"So we finally got some snow," I said to the old man, looking over the tumbling tortured water cascading down the now nearly frozen Big Thompson river. He smiled a broad grin and shuffled away down the riverbank, as always, watching and listening to the river on his daily walk. I had seen him walking here many times as I drove by over the last few years. Today I decided to park and take a stroll along the waters edge myself, feeling a little lost and uncertain where my future is heading, hoping the river would tell me answers to the questions I have about my direction in life.I stood there a long time, ankle deep in the cold snow as the water in never-ending motion flowed it’s way down the rocky canyon. A cold wind swayed me as I stared into the cold water. The heavy thunderous sound of rushing water echoing off the steep moss covered granite walls, rising around me, towering almost steeple like, a church of Time and Space. twisting its way through the mountains, comforting me, holding me, cradled in it's huge granite arms. The truth of life is like the river, always changing, adapting; with a steady forward flow some days and a raging torrent the next but always changing and moving forward.The old man passes by on his way home now like an obedient slave to his master will, only to return tomorrow, listening to the river. Seeking the rivers guidance and it’s assurance of tomorrow’s dreams and wishes.