I arrive at my downtown destination earlier than I expected and find myself passing time on the river-walk. The sounds of city life circle around me. A highway crosses the water and the bridge clatters as each car crosses over it, keeping time. I hear brakes and the repeated beeping of a truck backing up. And the continuous drone of indistinguishable sounds that make me think of frenetic movement, busyness, doing-ness.
I look down at the water and it shines the sky back to me. A slight breeze shuffles the reflection away from this shore towards the liquid mirror at the other side. I think the white dots floating there must be trash. Then I realize it is a gaggle of ducks suspended alongside an “s” of current where two branches of the river meet.
Although above me the city drones on, down here, at the water’s level, I am drawn into a quietude of being. Instead of shaking me out of the stillness, the surprise of a small splash, a fish jumping slightly past the surface, only calls me deeper.