THE SCENES ARE ALL TOO FAMILIAR.
The dam no longer visible.
Sandbags stacked outside the Faribault Woolen Mill.
And locals gathered by the dozens to document the scenes, to see how the mighty Cannon and Straight Rivers have once again overflowed their banks.
A Twin Cities TV crew comes, too, pulled by the current of a news story.
While the gawkers gawk, the sun draws a slim line of gold between grey clouds and glassy water.
Police and firefighters watch the river watchers.
Blocks away the Straight River churns muddy brown, raging under the bridge near the wastewater treatment plant.
Truckers haul dirt to construct a make-shift temporary berm protecting this city infrastructure.
Memories of the September 2010 and June 2014 floods linger.
I’ve walked these roads, these sidewalks, these parking lots, this grass before, documenting the flooding.
Still the scenes pull me here, into the quiet of an autumn night for the third flood in seven years.
© Copyright 2016 Audrey Kletscher Helbling