It was so quiet, and still. Almost always, any number of things make a mark on the evening with a sound or a movement. The water laps on the dock, the result of a boat that passed not long ago. The wind hisses through the leaves, and the leaves themselves make small tapping sounds as they fall from the trees and blanket the deck. There are always crows in the early evening across the river, making conversation about the day and the coming night. Egrets, ibises and herons move from the weedy flats at Henderson Lake, always flying east to roost deeper in the swamp. Dimples on the water are proof of gars, and buffaloes. Mockingbirds and wrens end the day with announcements or scoldings depending on their mood. And the traffic on the distant highway creates a steady background, rising and falling with the wind direction. And, dogs both near and not so near talk about things that smell good, or strange.
But none of these things happened tonight. Only a faint humming of traffic, and that was all. The contrast was stark, nothing moving, nothing. It was like a great being was out there needing privacy, saying “Leave me alone, I am resting”.
The river is at 3.6 on the Butte La Rose gauge, falling to 2.2 by the end of the week. The Ohio and Mississippi are both falling. Looks like we will have true low water for awhile.
Rise and Shine, Jim