One long hot summer Samantha went to visit her grandmother’s farm. The farm was manned by Grandma and Uncle Toby. A month after Samantha arrived, Grandma knew Mother would not return. They called her day after day, then the police, then child services; no word. The men said that grandmother was the next available kin so Samantha had to live on the farm now.
Narrowly the passage began to close, wind rushed across the plains in a torent. Sweeping up my long hair in a flurry, curled vines of wispy hair flew up to the heavens. A curled mass lay on the hill bellow, the vast dead oak hung above us all on the largest hill where another family sat on it's branches.
For nearly 3 years, 3 years of my research team's life was spent watching that spirit. The god of this river had been filtering out smaller microbes and feeding off sunlight for most of it's manifestation. It was the clearest example of divine manifestation in the pacific northwest as of the 2010s, but it was small and aimless.