When we reach Khabarovsk, we are close to the confluence of the two rivers Ussuri and Amur, and I reflect that a confluence point is much like this ride. Before entering the compartment we had all gone separate paths, floated on different riverbeds, and gathered sediments from different soils. The river water can never choose if it should mingle or not, but soon after the confluence point the rivers flow as one. Usually you can distinguish bye the hues of sediments which water comes from which river. But after a while the river flow as one, its color now a blend of the two river siblings. How I wish we could always flow as rivers, without friction and such turbulence. But human being tend to stay unblended, like rivers of oil and water.
At confluence the turquoise glacier stream muddles into lowland sloth
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January 25, 2014