Hold on

The air is thick. Muggy. Heavy. Rain drops from the sky. Light and fresh. The river is full of life. Fish pop up their heads. I sit here and wait for the light to reach me. My mind wanders like the surface of the river. Moving in every direction. Ducks visit. They quack hello and start a conversation about the weather. Fish jump for freedom only to land in the deep. Insects scatter across the surface intent on teasing the fish who have an empty belly. The wind has picked up and slightly ripples the water like sand. The littlest things are the most beautiful when you stop to take notice of them.

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