It is morning. The golden sunshine that creeps through the shadowy realms of forest to fall upon the slow-moving waters of the river is beginning to gain warmth – but as yet the air retains the cold-crispness of the early day. Down the clear-water swims a swan, with white plumage smoothed down sleekly, and neck arched gracefully over the water. A serenity, a grace, a strange sadness is in its movements – and the way the dark eyes look at you seems as if the swan has been interrupted in some sad reflection, and is reproachful. But it breaks reflections itself – it breaks the reflection in the water – and causes ripples to split in pieces the sweet picture of the elms, standing straight and tall, and the green-grey willows, dipping their leaves in the water. So we can break the sweet pictures in each other’s heads.

For there are two kinds of reflections – those in the water, and those in our imagination – but in many ways they are similar to each other.

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13 thoughts on “Ripples

  1. AAAH! Wow! How old are you again!? That was AMAZING!! Wooooow! 🙂 Too bad I’m not on your team, but that’s AMAZING STILL!!!! Great great GREAT job!!!!! I loved your descriptions too!! 🙂

      • You’re SO welcome! 🙂 Neat! 🙂 You’re MUCH MUCH better than me! DON’T STOP WRITING!!!!! 🙂 🙂
        I hope yours does as well! 😉

  2. Thank you again so much! I think you are very good too. I am happy to inform you that I have most CERTAINLY have no intention of stopping writing. Hooray for Team Swan!

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