The water that formed the canyon in the Rocky Hollow Nature Preserve in Turkey Run State Park had no choice; it had to follow gravity.
Following the path the water took backwards is like going back in time and being able to contemplate earlier choices.
There are places where we seemed to have a choice which only turns out to be a detour. How should we know?
Worse, there are also places that prevent us from going back further, dead ends of our past, inaccessible parts of our memory, like here in Devil’s Punchbowl.
The further we go back, memory is being reduced to form.
Does it truly make sense to look into this lifeless past?
Catch me later, says the leaf.
The Inner Frame 