Columbus and Greenville Railway Bridge over the Yazoo River, MS

I am haunted by water, especially the muddy rivers of my childhood. I grew up swimming in lakes and bayous and never once thought of what lived in the water as I do now. One of the happiest moments (recently) in my life was standing on a bridge looking down at the Yazoo River. To say I felt a chill would be an understatement. It was more of a grand attachment like I had been lost, and was now suddenly found. I understood something then that I cannot describe here, some secret about myself, some holy truth and I've been living that truth ever since.