About a Stream

There is a stream that courses through our woods. It’s a small stream, you might call it quaint or slight. Yet it fills my thoughts in greater measure than most would deem necessary.

I’ve walked beside it countless times. I’ve sat next to it with my love on a rock warmed by the sun. I have taken a few pictures of it. I’ve photographed it in the shade and in the sun. I’ve snapped shots of it flowing over rocks and around bends. I have pictures of it dressed in snow and peppered with fall leaves. Perhaps I’ve taken more than a few.