Molten water
forming
and re-forming
around the stones.No beginning,
or endings –
a continuous flow
of life.Movement
inviting stillness,
a pause for
renewal.
I love watching water.
Standing in the brook, observing from the little wooden bridge over the ford, or looking across the lake.
As a child, my best time was either in or beside water. Being held and carried along by something so elemental.
I never tire of hearing water or watching it move, being absorbed into the flow.