The River's Edge....
I've missed the sound of the water. You'd be surprised at how easy it is to forget that you're surrounded by it at all times. I see the city and think of it only as brick and mortar, forgetting that the essence of what makes this place flows just beneath our feet. Here at the edge, it's so obvious. So beautiful and peaceful. I need more of this.
Every inch of this place is drenched in history. So many stories of some many people. She reminds me of this. She lets me know that the world is so much more than just what I see out my window. So many people have walked where we currently stand. Makes me feel small and giant all at the same time. I love her history lessons.
Ships pass by in the blink of an eye. Some so close that I feel like I could reach out and run my fingers along the hull. I wonder where they're going. Where they came from. Who's the man behind the wheel. Has he found what he's looking for yet. She brings me back to shore. Keeps me anchored. Looking at her reminds me that I've got everything I'll ever need, right here at the river's edge.
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