I met him on a cold, cloudy day,
down by the river's side.
He smiled in a curious fashion
and jumped with all his might,
down off the ledge that held the trees,
and onto the rocky decline,
of rushing river sounds.
I hung my arms on a silver branch,
and watched him with ever-blinking eyes.
He waved his arms and laughed mightily.
He called me over to him, to the river.
And we held hands and jumped in,
unafraid.