I was sitting on a log at the top of the valley this morning, watching the water dance over the pebbles in the book.
Moment by moment the scene changed, in microcosm.
Light reflecting off the underside of mini waterfalls created by upended stones, moving as the flow changes. Here today, and tomorrow shifting with the variable water levels.
Transient tufts of green, green grass. Taking their chance in the shallow moss covered old wall.
Waiting for perfection?
Not in this life!
Instead, let’s celebrate the present imperfect.