Looking deep into the still pools of the river is like looking into another world. First is the reflection which, although it is where I am standing, can look like somewhere else. And then there is what is beneath the surface. Verdant green, rich compost brown, silvery green and paler still where the grey winter sky is reflected. Looking into the flowing river adds even more texture, everything ripples as if blown on its way by the wind, always moving on, downstream, away from here.

5 to remember
inmóvil – still [not moving]
otro mundo – another world
debajo/a – beneath
la reflexión – the reflection
verdeante – verdant