Bent Creek
My daily walk usually starts from the left side of our lane but today
I decide to turn right. Again I walk up the slight hill,
then immediately turn left to cross the small bridge over the creek. A ripple to soft music whispers and lures me.
I
can’t help but stall my walk; turn toward the creek and peep through the net
fencing. It looks so calm and gentle with a melodious tune of flow. I send my
greetings to it and in response the creek giggles though the ripples while it
continues its journey. I continue to view it as solemn silence and peace enter
me.
