This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa for our prompt!
The quiet water calls. Cool to the touch. The lazy stream calls. Its water caresses, draining away stress and worry. Surrendering isn’t an option.
A cataract calls from down stream. It tells takes of the water speeding up and jumping down unseen heights. The sound plays with my mind. I can feel the misty air rising. I imagine ferns and wildflowers reading fron the banks to receive its kiss. Rainbows ethereal in the sunbeams play hide and seek above.
Distant birds sing. Probably calling out to others to join them.
A blaring horn rattles me.
The same white truck is stuck in front of me. Four lanes dead stopped. Every once in awhile, we rush 200 feet to stop and wait some more. I think of waving back to the idiot with the horn. But I’m going to be with him for a bit longer.
Why do I live in the city anyway?