Day 55 Ruminating And Writing

Stone

The rings around the stones rippled through the pond. She tipped her toe on those rings, disturbing the pattern. Then she watched as her ripples changed the clam pond into chaos. That was her, chaos. She lifted her gaze, watching the human world past her pond, past her calm. There were people who were scared of her. They cursed her name and searched for paradigms to shield their world from her. They knew nothing. They knew not that no one could escape her influence. Life was not static....