Where the water only reflects
No longer does it dance
Where dreams now drift
Upon the surface of fallen leaves
Still rivers and forgotten dreams
Lay in front of me
But I sit and watch
As the stories unfold and speak again
In the comfort of silence
Of still rivers and forgotten dreams.
Its been a while since I have been out with the camera, I am starting to miss the cities, I was hoping to get out this week but after hurting my ankle that might not be so easy so I may have to simply spend some time editing images from my catalogs.