Sunday, August 2, 2009

Images from a river walk....


This afternoon, in between rain showers and storms, I spent some time down at the river. It's a perfect place to walk and relax, and the environment leads easily into contemplation.

One thought, as I was looking out over the water moving inexorably past, was of a chance phone message I received yesterday. A voice from the near past, mis-dialed, leaving words I had so often heard, but this time meant for someone else. Looking down from the river, roaring quietly to itself, I pulled my phone from my pocket and carefully deleted the numbers which led to the caller. One more link to the past torn away from a wound still bleeding, but beginning to heal.