Her reflection at the river’s edge felt much more like the truth.
The waving picture that danced on top of the water, set against the rocks underneath, appeared to capture the depth of her.
And the water seemed to know about the ripples of change running through her.
Silently showing her that it understood.
Running smoothly over her reflection as if to soothe the sad face that it held.
And she felt a small comfort as she sat on the cool earth looking down.
Calmed by the gentle waters lapping against her ankles.
Gently patting – letting her know that it would be alright.