The water runs all year long. It runs through blizzards, it slows but does not stop as we languish in the heat. We forget all about it until we remember.
The mosquitoes hatch and the bees wake up on the rocks.
A stick, if you throw it, will drift down the river like a boat. Sometimes the stick you choose to throw gets wedged between two rocks or a tree root. So, you do some work dislodging it by finding another stick to free it. Then you watch it disappear from sight.
We just remembered, we have running water.