Neosho

The wild beings peculiar to a place transcend blood, bone, soil, and sap.

I remember the jarring contrast. A broiling sun bore down on my skinny shoulders as creek water that felt as if drained from a glacier caressed my tanned 8-year-old legs. While water and air felt like polarized opposites, a visual distinction was imperceptible. The pure little torrent running over ancient stones was so clear that were it not for the rif…