Calm, easy, peaceful, lazy… a nap in the afternoon in the middle of the river. Or reflecting while looking at reflections. Or walking alongside, or riding a bike. Doesn’t really matter exactly how you touch the river – it touches you. And it goes back far, far, far… long before you were born. And it will go on and on and on… long after you’re gone. And you hum or whistle an old song. Old man river just keeps rolling along.