It’s not every day that the Seine River floods the Louvre.
The river had reached a high. As more rain came it flowed over banks and barriers. It was so high it almost kissed the bottoms of bridges. Meter by meter the river crept to 6.5m. The Seine river was very swollen.
Swelling rivers can be scary. The waters flood into houses and overcome what is supposed to stay above the water. It creeps higher and higher as water continues falling from the sky. Dams can burst at any moment and waves of rushing water have the power to knock trees down. Water is pure, but the murky brown water of the Seine proved to be less romantic and inviting.
Paris still bustled while pieces of art were being evacuated from the Louvre and metros were closing as water filled their tubes. At what point does the water begin to drown?
Sometimes so much keeps pouring down over us that we begin to swell. So much can be stuffed into our hearts and minds, but there are barriers for a reason. The water can become too much, then we lash out. We fill basements and push our murky waters a mile a minute, trying to make up for the lack of stability.
I watched the river move in distress. While oblivious passerbyers purchased old books and ate crepes, the river was crying out. No one wants to be flooded. We want to be at normal levels, leisurely flowing through life.
No boats passed through the river the days I walked the streets of Paris. It wasn’t at a point in which it could help along other people. It could only rise higher towards the full and gray clouds.
So, the Seine river was about to burst, but life kept going on. Historically, the flooding was a big deal, but it doesn’t always seem that way. It happened for so long that the swelling became part of every day, but it was still too full.
The swelling has gone down now, but there is still an imprint. Though the water can carry boats and pass under bridges, it still knows what it feels like to swell.