RDP Sunday–RIPPLES

I want to be where the sun is shining and the water moves lazy and sleepy half awake and half in dreams to the shore one little ripple at a time.

I want to be where the sun is shining and the water gurgles and turns, acting as innocent as silver, delicate droplets of rain falling into a lake, one quiet ripple at a time.

I want to be where the sun is shining and the water wakes up from it’s dreams of solitude and quiet and races to the shore in one viscous ripple after another.