Splashing water over my chest, I hum an old Native American tune to distract myself from the cold. It’s a song about how a river is like a mother, carrying her child down to the sea. Singing it lulls me into a trance. It’s medicine for my soul, instantly calming and reassuring. As my voice amplifies in the wild space, the graceful willow branches seem to sway along. A ray of sunshine bursts through a break in the clouds, warming my skin and raising my spirits.
