If the day is fine, any walk will do; it all looks good. Water in particular looks its best, reflecting the blue sky in the flat, and chopping it into graveled shallows and white chute and foam in the riffles. On a dark day, or a hazy one, everything’s washed-out and lack-luster but the water. It carries its own lights. I set out for the railroad tracks, for the hill the flocks fly over, for the woods where the white mare lives. But I go to the water.
~Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek~