I’ve always wanted the best view from my window.
This. Cascading water. The bustle that I could ignore. The peace.
An address that read- 24/7, Head above Water Retreat, Off the Road…
It was either this or the meds. Did I really have a choice?
I was asked where I would feel good.
It was either the mountains or water.
I loved the suspended animation the mountains could give me. But the gurgle of water soothed me.
Lofty mountains and all the chance of elevated escape, or drowning in the depths of inviting water?
I could not choose.
This little retreat that bridged the canal, perched rather precariously over the river, came into view just around the corner of the leafy lane.
I figured out a way to get there.
Now the river sighs and gurgles under me and I am perched at a height, away from it all.
The water gushes under my haven and, with renewed energy, I marvel at the magnificent torrent that surges ahead.
The ducks paddle their placid way, pleasantly surprised by the bread I toss at them, accepting this manna from heaven.
Well, I am in Heaven.
Thank you, Al, for hosting the Sunday Photo Fiction. Such a lovely platform to share stories on. Thank you, A Mixed bag for the intriguing photograph.