It was a rainy day again. Marble gray clouds covered my town once more after giving us a break the day before. It has rained so much that the waters of the pool spilled out of its square housing. Even though the day was meant to stay in bed, would have been great for my aching shoulder and back, but couldn’t for clothes needed to be cleaned. Not only I fought the discomfort the pain gave my body, but also the overwhelming desire for writing and the words weren’t flowing. It was then when I saw them!
My gaze was caught by something on the waters, floating peacefully as if waiting to be discovered. To the untrained eye would have looked as a simple piece of paper, small enough to not even care for it; but for a writer the transparent paper marked with dark black letters was evident a sign. From whom I do not know maybe the muses, angels, or perhaps causality. Some believe this last one those not exist, but the same can be said by others of the first two. Whatever it was, I found it intriguing. Any writer would have.
So I took my camera, for I knew that from these words in the water more would spring and the overwhelming desire would subside. Ideas would flow as rivers overflowed with water. At last peace came to an aching soul and body. Breath of fresh air could finally be inhaled to bring calm thoughts to a mind in need of fresh ideas and serenity.
I would always remember that in my time of need, I found words floating gently on the serene surface of the waters.™
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