The prompt was “Water”.
Water is always blissful for me. I love being near it. Whether I’m at the beach, looking out on the Pacific Ocean with a thousand other people or I’m walking along a river or I’m gazing at a lake, I find peace always.
Water calms me. If I’m feeling capricious or my mental illnesses are too much to bear, I know I can at least find some semblance of focus.
I love being near water.
The lake always gave her tranquility.
And it was a gift. Tranquility was something she did not usually possess. Yet as she sat on the shore, a blessed calm passed over her, blanketing her in warm silence.
Her mind, too, was quiet.
So she relished this, away from the pressures of a life gone horribly wrong. A life that could have gone a thousand ways, but had chosen a harsher course.
Still, she had the lake, and all that it gave to her. Strength could be found in its peaceful waters.
Heeding the wisdom of the still water, she survived.
© 2017 Heather Stephens