Beside Still Waters

Gentle ripples.

They are so slight they are almost invisible.

I sit by the edge with my fingers lightly touching the water.

A tiny ripple moves from my fingertips and spreads across the pond.

I share this intimate moment with the calm cool water.

We communicate in a very unusual way.

I touch the water.

The water touches me.

We share this quiet stillness, the water, and me.

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