What is clear is immediately in front of us. It is when these decisions fall to the past that their effect blurs. The accumulation of thousands of little decisions turn out to be the direction of our lives, and they all count.
The water's low flow slowly shapes one side of the rock. During a flood it can shape an entire river bed, tumbling rocks in a tumultuous and powerful event. We need the ebb and flow in our lives to be shaped. We need to be picked up and thrown down stream, sometimes we need to be worn away in one spot.
Just a little ways away a red tint of algae surrounds a rock. Only here does the river lend itself to this color. This chunk has found a happy home amidst the odd miliue.