1184. reflecting on a reflection

my mind went swimming
watching that tree shimmering
in the creek’s ripples 🦊❤️

It was a chilly fall morning as I stood on the stone bridge just looking down. The depth and clarity of a leaning tree’s reflection on the water’s surface was mind blowing. It unleashed a cavalcade of wonder about everything I was looking at. I looked over at Yulan and saw her lost in her own world of wonder.  “Stop and smell the roses”, I thought.  🦊❤️