ABSTRACT
Consider a river pool, isolated by fluvial processes and time from the main stream flow. We are immediately struck by one overwhelming impression: It appears so still … so very still … still enough to soothe us. The river pool provides a kind of poetic solemnity, if only at the pool’s surface. No words of peace, no description of silence or motionless can convey the perfection of this place, in this moment stolen out of time.
