the river at night

August 28, 2010 § 2 Comments

I wonder if conversation does for human beings what the river at night does for the streetlights…
It smooths them out, ripples them, attenuates.

It lets them be something other than themselves, but still attached to the original.

The river at night shows them what they’re not:
sparkling, moving, changing.

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