Rivers and Currents

INCE 1841, my family has owned a parcel of land along the banks of the St. Lawrence River. In a spot where the river funnels between a series of islands and the mainland, our property tapers to a point that juts into water, creating a current seam that is ingrained into my earliest memories. I exist because of this river. My mother met my father on the point when they were both aged two, when her family rented a cottage from his. The river flowed differently back then, prior to the construction of