A few days later: the river has risen above the retaining walls. It's early morning and the trees on the submerged island cast shadows across the black water and white foam as they hurtle downstream to the ocean.
The big logs stranded at the top of the dam might stay there all summer. I hope so. Some of them will sprout foliage and ducks will perch on them once the weather warms up. Stay tuned. I'll draw them too!