Is the river tired or has it matured?
After fighting courageously all that came in the way of its fast paced journey has the river mellowed down now?
The robin flew by, and the sun was beginning to say goodbye.
I began to think if the river has finally made peace with what it could not conquer.
Maybe that's how it was.
Maybe sometimes it's best to make peace with what we cannot have and move ahead without any baggage.
To move ahead is not to age.
It is to understand, to take on newer beginnings with renewed vigour and a gentle healed spirit.
