Brooks in the aqueduct

It hadn’t rained for months, so I chose to take a walk through the dry aqueduct. I liked this because of the immense silence. Usually there was a strong and raging river present.

I also enjoyed that I was now the river rolling through the aqueduct. Being Brooks, it was just that I assumed this role.

The movement of my arms and legs were waves, my breath the sound of waves. I looked about me as I was certain a wave would do. I caught sight above me at a flock of storks who flew at my rate and speed. Traveling with a current is a common occurrence among packs of birds.

I imagined runoffs of water flowing into the aqueduct and merging with me. We would be the Brookses!