No more water
No more water this year, the river has gone dry. Fish died. Frog fled. Moss covers the pebbles. Reeds and lilies are replaced by grass and ferns. The trees are ok, for now. There’s still plenty of life here and yet, I feel the desert slowly creeping. I feel sad, Not because it happens, rivers move their path all the time, but because we did it.
/* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook – Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */