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THE RIVER SPEAKS
THE RIVER SPEAKS
Just a simple stroll on a sleepless winter night. My only comfort — a glowing cigarette whose orange tip challenged the sharp air that stung my ears.
Big decisions have a tendency to make me restless, focussing upon all sorts of distractions that come like demi-devils to keep me away from the real question that demands attention. I always tend to feel that if I deal with the little things, I will get to the main problem with a solution faster. Then I work relentlessly in distraction because in reality, there is never an easy answer to the devil of a challenge.
Having worked until 01:30 a.m. there are no street lamps, just the stars and a moon when it manages to show its cold face in between the scurrying high clouds. I have a routine. When sleeplessness falls upon me, I head for the river bridge and hang my head over the ancient rusting rail that straddles its side walls to gaze into the restless eternity of the river which never sleeps.
Ripples glint under a shy moon over yellow stones as trapped twigs and leaves dance in the flow. I arrive in search of peace and, as a distraction, I light...
Just a simple stroll on a sleepless winter night. My only comfort — a glowing cigarette whose orange tip challenged the sharp air that stung my ears.
Big decisions have a tendency to make me restless, focussing upon all sorts of distractions that come like demi-devils to keep me away from the real question that demands attention. I always tend to feel that if I deal with the little things, I will get to the main problem with a solution faster. Then I work relentlessly in distraction because in reality, there is never an easy answer to the devil of a challenge.
Having worked until 01:30 a.m. there are no street lamps, just the stars and a moon when it manages to show its cold face in between the scurrying high clouds. I have a routine. When sleeplessness falls upon me, I head for the river bridge and hang my head over the ancient rusting rail that straddles its side walls to gaze into the restless eternity of the river which never sleeps.
Ripples glint under a shy moon over yellow stones as trapped twigs and leaves dance in the flow. I arrive in search of peace and, as a distraction, I light...
