It’s always good, sometimes essential, to have a place to escape to; somewhere that whisks away one’s worries and makes the world, for a little while at least, seem much more like a friend, than foe. Arguably the kind of sanctuary that the home should offer, but of late, regular aftershocks have upset that somewhat.
So for me, a quiet little pond, that’s fortunately not far away, is just such a spot. A beautiful place where tremors aren’t noticeable, and this fella, obliviously going about his business, is incredibly calming.
Even more so with the added ambience of running water.
Plus, now and again, some pleasing signs of the passing seasons.