The Swelling River

First snow like no one can recall ever before, then never-ending rain, and the water is deep and muddy and raging past the new banks, taking what the weight of that snow has given in limbs of trees that have spent decades avoiding such a fate, but the time has come.

At the railroad trestle the water is near the tracks. At the bridge out of town it is high on the support columns.  Under the overpass it is lapping around the foot of the pedestrian's bench that gives you a good view of what it looks like to sit beneath an overpass.

And down at the boat landing there is no landing, or it is all landing now.  There was a steep slope to the bank before, but now that crest where the cars would park is the bank and the slope is buried deep beneath the cold, rushing water.

It could go either way.  It could be a warning of the possibility or it might be the real deal.