It is along the banks of slow-moving creeks, where the current slackens completely, that the very finest particles of sediment settle out of the water. A barefoot wader, stepping tentatively into the shallows from the bank here, feels no suggestion of the creek’s flow, only a change of temperature. At the boundary where water becomes silt, the bottom is so plush the sinking foot barely registers the new medium, only a second change of temperature. Silt soft as a Holstein’s belly.

Conger Beasley, Jr.