My Reflections

Shimmering layers of water slide across each other, gently dragging a swirling array of wind-swept leaves into the tiny, curling currents that leave behind the smooth rocks and rotting trees. The sky is dark and wind caresses the giant aspens while a storm contemplates its arrival. My empty conversation has livened somewhat, bringing a semblance of comfort as I look back on the day's events, and I am finally left wordless as I stare into one of earth's beautiful river engravings, winding itself into a language only God could read or comprehend. The noise of the city can't reach me here; I remain hidden in an embankment, inaccessible by the stress and the bustle and needless obscenities.