From my window there’s a narrow, fast running river. Just beyond, there are wide fields overshadowed by a rolling set of hills and warm, friendly trees. There is a slight breeze and in the distance, grey clouds signal the coming of rain.
I should be out there, scrambling up the hill, but I’m happy where I am, with my view and my laptop and a tea tray at my side.
I find it remarkable how watching the river calms me and I can almost forget the stresses of life for a little while.
Different people have different connections to water. Can you ever recall sitting by a river bank or by the sea and feeling perfectly content?