----- Original Message ----- From: Roger Pye <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Monday, October 07, 2002 3:43 PM Subject: Rivers of Time
> > Evening in September, spring in an Australian temperate zone, the last > vestige of the sun dipping below the horizon, directly ahead far away but > seemingly at eye level the high snowclad peaks of a range of mountains are > etched sharply against the darkening sky. Before me the River surges in all > its glory, breathtaking, awesome, deafening, stunning the senses. At least a > thousand metres wide, roaring with springmelt, frolicking and tumbling over > the landscape eastwards along a well-worn course. > Roger - as a small boy I saw the Snowy in full and glorious flight - you describe it well!!
