Ebb Waters
It will change, of course. Everything is always in a state of flux.
But now the creek’s waters are low, barely trickling over the little dam by the bridge. Bright sunlight shines on levels that rarely feel it.
Below it, a skeleton tree trunk stands exposed, and rocks that are normally hidden.
It’s as if the stream’s subconscious has been laid bare and all the secrets it contained displayed.
Sometimes, when you feel most dry, when the flow and inspiration have pulled away, it is only so that sunlight can reach the dark places and forgotten memories be revealed.
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