Falling Water Dance
I arrive at the glade looking for something undefined. Stillness, singularity, enervation – but something more, something I can’t carry away from the glade. I scale a large rock at the edge of the waterfall- fed pool and sit, expectantly. The music of the waterfall fills me, and my yearning slowly melts away. I rise to leave, accepting that oneness with the waterfall will be all that I achieve today. As I turn to step down, I realize you have arrived, gliding through the glade, moving to your...