The waves rippled over the smooth rocks exploding with snapshots of the sun.
Shadow lines crossed in regular patterns of rapidly changing angles
And one would have a dificult time determining what that pattern was.
It would stand to reason that it repeats because of the regularity of the contributing elements;
The sun, the river, the rocks, the clouds and anything else that could come between the sun and the point where my gaze was fixed.
My mind was elsewhere yet the ever changing contrasts of this alternating visual current of light and darkness
Helped to eliminate the ragged pain of recollection that has long infected it.
I needed this brief respite to heal.
To give my raw nerves a moment's peace.
To rest my mind's legs that have been so busy running over this same ground again and again.
Unable to find that missing piece.
Unable to determine the pattern.
Unable to focus due to the rapidly changing contrasts that continue to confuse the issue;
The sun, the river, the rocks, the clouds and anything else that could come between us.
The patterns of everyday existence share, for all of us,
Similar attributes, yet differ according to the specific elements at play.
The mind is singular, yet the angles are ever changing.
Events are characteristic of the interplay of these elements and the angles of observation.
Personalities are the result of the contrasting patterns caused by the ever changing angles and the contributing elements;
The sun, the river, the rocks, the clouds and anything else that could come between us.
