Trail like a river that forgot where it was going

Last night I hiked a trail that was the Platte River, except the water kept trying to double back upstream, and every switchback had a bench with someone I'd lost sitting on it. They waved, I waved back, and I kept walking because the river was the trail and the trail was the river. Woke up with that feeling you get after a long rain — like the ground had been moved around while I wasn't looking.