The murky brown snake twists and turns through the trees, coiling itself around bushes and stones and consuming everything that is unlucky enough to fall into its endlessly long trail. It absorbs the pockets of bright sunlight that appear on it, its surface ripples sluggishly as if every miniscule little part of its form was its own, breathing organism, independent of its monstrous carrier. God the river looks like shit now. It almost seemed to suck the life out of everything around it; the once sheer walls of rock on either side had begun to erode and crumble away, half the trees were without leaves, thin and wretched with their rejected twigs lying strewn around its skeleton. And yet it still retained its beauty; it was full of life with dragonflies still buzzing around its surface, the distant cackle of a kookaburra echoing somewhere unseen. Almost like it’s Spring again.