The little ’beach’ by the bridge morphs every time the water level changes.
Yesterday morning, we were post-deluge and waiting for the next, with the arrival of Storm Agnes.
Yet here, we have delicate tracings in the sand and ripples in the water that frame the fine deposits.
Moving gently, caressing the edge, reminding me that water changes shape.
The ‘beach’ won’t be here tomorrow…
Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿