The river runs both day and night. It slows only to catch a glimpse of the evening sunset show. It can’t help itself, you see, because the pinks, blues, reds, and purples have a memorizing effect on it. It becomes so absorbed with the last bit of fleeting color and light that for a brief moment, the sky and river become one. It is said, that at this exact moment, the water turns to glass, trapping the crawly things below, and allowing man to walk across. This is when the sun takes one last look at its reflection, and only then, will he lie down to rest.