Standing in the moonlit night I looked at the water, thinking back to another place and time. It was many months and many miles from the bridge where I stood. A tiny stream the size of a water hose had been draining into a bigger stream. I wondered how many tiny streams had to come together to make this larger body of water, all flowing in the same direction.
In the quiet I could hear fish splashing below me. Life harmonized in all its gentle voices. It was good to be here. The summer air was refreshing and I couldn’t hear any traffic noises. I thought about what a contrast life could be. Sometimes you stand on city sidewalks flooded with crowds, sometimes you stand on country bridges alone. In every setting there is something to be enjoyed if you look for it.